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... wise . Tremble , ye nations , who , secure before , Laugh'd at those arms that ' gainst ourselves we bore ; Rous'd by the lash of his own stubborn tail , Our lion now will foreign foes assail . With Alga who the sacred altar strows ? To ...
... wise . Tremble , ye nations , who , secure before , Laugh'd at those arms that ' gainst ourselves we bore ; Rous'd by the lash of his own stubborn tail , Our lion now will foreign foes assail . With Alga who the sacred altar strows ? To ...
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... wise artists mix their colours so , That by degrees they from each other go ; Black steals unheeded from the neighbouring white , Without offending the well - cozen'd sight ; So on us stole our blessed change , while we The ' effect did ...
... wise artists mix their colours so , That by degrees they from each other go ; Black steals unheeded from the neighbouring white , Without offending the well - cozen'd sight ; So on us stole our blessed change , while we The ' effect did ...
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... wise delay . He , like a patient angler , ere he strook , Would let him play a while upon the hook . Our healthful food the stomach labours thus , At first embracing what it straight doth crush . Wise leaches will not vain receipts ...
... wise delay . He , like a patient angler , ere he strook , Would let him play a while upon the hook . Our healthful food the stomach labours thus , At first embracing what it straight doth crush . Wise leaches will not vain receipts ...
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... wise Batavian takes , And warns his tatter'd fleet to follow home : Proud to have so got off with equal stakes , Where ' twas a triumph not to be o'ercome . The General's force as kept alive by flight , Now not oppos'd , no longer can ...
... wise Batavian takes , And warns his tatter'd fleet to follow home : Proud to have so got off with equal stakes , Where ' twas a triumph not to be o'ercome . The General's force as kept alive by flight , Now not oppos'd , no longer can ...
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... wise Creator's praise declare , Since best to praise his works is best to know , O truly royal ! who behold the law And rule of beings in your Maker's mind ; And thence , like limbecs , rich ideas draw , To fit the levell'd use of human ...
... wise Creator's praise declare , Since best to praise his works is best to know , O truly royal ! who behold the law And rule of beings in your Maker's mind ; And thence , like limbecs , rich ideas draw , To fit the levell'd use of human ...
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Сторінка 27 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy...
Сторінка 111 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires, My manhood, long misled by wandering fires, Follow'd false lights, and, when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could fright my faith than Three in One...
Сторінка 110 - Tis true she bounded by and tripped so light, They had not time to take a steady sight ; For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be loved needs only to be seen.
Сторінка 16 - He sought the storms ; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide...
Сторінка 16 - Got, while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy ; In friendship false, implacable in hate, Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the State; To compass this the triple bond he broke; The pillars of the public safety shook, And fitted Israel for a foreign yoke; Then, seiz'd with fear, yet still affecting fame, Usurp'da Patriot's all-atoning name.
Сторінка 41 - ... fancy, or the variation, driving or moulding of that thought, as the judgment represents it proper to the subject; the third is Elocution, or the Art of clothing and adorning that thought so found and varied, in apt, significant and sounding words: the quickness of the Imagination is seen in the Invention, the fertility in the Fancy, and the accuracy in the Expression.
Сторінка 9 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.
Сторінка 111 - But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide For erring judgments an unerring guide! Thy throne is darkness in the abyss of light, A blaze of glory that forbids the sight. O teach me to believe thee thus conceal'd, And search no farther than thyself reveal'd; But her alone for my director take, Whom thou hast promised never to forsake!
Сторінка 40 - Gull'd with a patriot's name, whose modern sense Is one that would by law supplant his prince; The people's brave, the politician's tool; Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Сторінка 40 - The composition of all poems is, or ought to be, of wit; and wit in the poet, or Wit writing (if you will give me leave to use a school-distinction), is no other than the faculty of imagination in the writer, which, like a nimble spaniel, beats over and ranges through the field of memory, till it springs the quarry it hunted after; or, without metaphor, which searches over all...