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... verse , no matter where , Jumbled together in a dish , Like Spanish olio , fowl , flesh , fish , You fet the claffic hodge - podge on For pedant wits to feed upon . Your wou'd - be Genii vainly feek Fame from their Latin verfe , or ...
... verse , no matter where , Jumbled together in a dish , Like Spanish olio , fowl , flesh , fish , You fet the claffic hodge - podge on For pedant wits to feed upon . Your wou'd - be Genii vainly feek Fame from their Latin verfe , or ...
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... verse ; To deal out authors by retail , Like penny pots of Oxford ale ; -Oh ! ' tis a fervice irksome more Than tugging at the flavish oar . Yet fuch his task , a difmal truth , Who watches o'er the bent of youth ; And while , a paltry ...
... verse ; To deal out authors by retail , Like penny pots of Oxford ale ; -Oh ! ' tis a fervice irksome more Than tugging at the flavish oar . Yet fuch his task , a difmal truth , Who watches o'er the bent of youth ; And while , a paltry ...
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... the ear of kings : " These have indulg'd the mufe's flight , " Nor loft their time or credit by't ; " Nor fuffer'd fancy's dreams to prey " On the due business of the day . " Verse " Verfe was to them a recreation " Us'd but [ 8 ]
... the ear of kings : " These have indulg'd the mufe's flight , " Nor loft their time or credit by't ; " Nor fuffer'd fancy's dreams to prey " On the due business of the day . " Verse " Verfe was to them a recreation " Us'd but [ 8 ]
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... verse . Each voice , the Delian maids , each human found With aptest imitation fweet refound :: Their tongues so justly tune with accents new , That none the false distinguish from the true .. Latona ! Phoebus ! Dian , lovely fair ...
... verse . Each voice , the Delian maids , each human found With aptest imitation fweet refound :: Their tongues so justly tune with accents new , That none the false distinguish from the true .. Latona ! Phoebus ! Dian , lovely fair ...
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Robert Lloyd. " Whose lofty verse in sweetest descant rolls , " And charms to extafy the hearers fouls ? " O anfwer , a blind bard in Chios dwells , In all the arts of verfe who far excells . Then o'er the earth shall spread my glorious ...
Robert Lloyd. " Whose lofty verse in sweetest descant rolls , " And charms to extafy the hearers fouls ? " O anfwer , a blind bard in Chios dwells , In all the arts of verfe who far excells . Then o'er the earth shall spread my glorious ...
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againſt Apollo Bard beſt bleft BONNELL THORNTON breaſt Cambridge cauſe Chriſt Church Coll Comm Cornelius Gallus Delos e'en e'er eaſe ENVY Eſq ev'ry eyes facred fame fhall fhew fhou'd fibi fide filent fing firſt fome fons fools foul ftill ftrong fuch fure genius Gent George grace hæc heart himſelf Honourable inglorius John juſt king Lady Latona Lord lyre madneſs maſter meaſure Mifs moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers o'er Ovid fe Oxon paffions pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe preſent profe Propertius Quam raiſe riſe ſcene ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtage ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtrike taſte thee themſelves theſe thine Thomas Thomas Salter thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Trin truth uſe verfe verſe whofe Whoſe William WILLIAM HOGARTH wiſhes wou'd youth
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Página 238 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 254 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 242 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Página 240 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Página 244 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 240 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 252 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Página 256 - Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A "Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown. Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Página 254 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 53 - Shakefpear leads the mind a dance'^ From France to England, hence to France, Talk not to me of time and place ; I own I'm happy in the chace. Whether the drama's here or there, 'Tis nature...