Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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Sivu 42
... Should Corydon happen to flray , O call the poor wanderers home . Allow me to muse and to figh , Nor talk of the change that ye find ; None , once , was fo watchful as I : -I have left my dear Phyllis behind . Now I know what it is to ...
... Should Corydon happen to flray , O call the poor wanderers home . Allow me to muse and to figh , Nor talk of the change that ye find ; None , once , was fo watchful as I : -I have left my dear Phyllis behind . Now I know what it is to ...
Sivu 5
... should be left . Now what avails it , that in early bloom , When light fantaftic toys Are all her sex's joys , With you she search'd the wit of Greece and Rome ; A 3 And * The Mincio runs by Mantua , the birth - place of Virgil + The ...
... should be left . Now what avails it , that in early bloom , When light fantaftic toys Are all her sex's joys , With you she search'd the wit of Greece and Rome ; A 3 And * The Mincio runs by Mantua , the birth - place of Virgil + The ...
Sivu 12
... should fade , Was his moft righteous will - and be that will obey'd . Would thy fond love his grace to her controul ; And , in thefe low abodes of fin and pain , Her pure exalted foul , Unjuftly , for thy partial good , detain ? No ...
... should fade , Was his moft righteous will - and be that will obey'd . Would thy fond love his grace to her controul ; And , in thefe low abodes of fin and pain , Her pure exalted foul , Unjuftly , for thy partial good , detain ? No ...
Sivu 7
... should defpife . Of earth's revenue would flate you A full account , and fair ? We hope ; and . hope ; and hope ; then caft The total up - despair , Since vain all here , all future , vaft , Embrace the lot affign'd ; Heav'n wounds to ...
... should defpife . Of earth's revenue would flate you A full account , and fair ? We hope ; and . hope ; and hope ; then caft The total up - despair , Since vain all here , all future , vaft , Embrace the lot affign'd ; Heav'n wounds to ...
Sivu 9
... should dare to give you joy- Yes , joy of his decease : An hour fhall come ( you queftion this ) An hour , when you fhall blefs , Beyond the brighteft beams of life , Dark days of your distress . Hear Hear then without furprife a truth ...
... should dare to give you joy- Yes , joy of his decease : An hour fhall come ( you queftion this ) An hour , when you fhall blefs , Beyond the brighteft beams of life , Dark days of your distress . Hear Hear then without furprife a truth ...
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Beneath beſt blefs bleft blifs boaft bofom bow'r breaft bright charms Cyric death defart defire delight divine doth ECLOGUE EDWARD YOUNG erft eternal ev'ry eyes facred fafe fair fame fate fcene fear feas fecret feem feen felf fenfe fhade fhall fhame fhepherds fhine fhore fhould figh fight filent fing firft firſt fkies flain fleep flow'r fmile foft folemn fome fong forrow foul fpirit fprings frikes ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet Gonne grief grove heart heav'n himſelf juft kings lefs loft Lord lov'd Lycidas maid mind moft moſt Mufe muft muſt nymph o'er paffion pain peace pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe purſue raiſe refign'd Refignation reft rife ſcenes ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſweet tears Theatre Royal thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro Twill whilft whofe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE wyllowe
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Sivu 40 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Sivu 57 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Sivu 3 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit ; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit, For a patriot too cool, for a drudge disobedient, And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Sivu 42 - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: Ay me!
Sivu 6 - Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave, What a commerce was yours while you got and you gave!
Sivu 7 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Sivu 54 - ... shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Sivu 55 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing ; While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Sivu 3 - Were these their crimes! they were his own much more; But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor, Who having spent the treasures of his crown, Condemns their luxury to feed his own ; And yet this act, to varnish o'er the shame Of sacrilege, must bear Devotion's name. No crime so bold but would be understood A real, or at least, a seeming good.
Sivu 41 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...