A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Том 1

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Сторінка 260 - While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise; Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize...
Сторінка 30 - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Сторінка 215 - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose ; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain. His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd, And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast.
Сторінка 231 - Grongar Hill Silent nymph! with curious eye Who the purple evening lie On the mountain's lonely van Beyond the noise of busy man, Painting fair the form of things...
Сторінка 209 - This, only this, provokes the snarling Muse. The sober trader at a tatter'd cloak Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke; With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze, And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways.
Сторінка 261 - ... green, On which the tribe their gambols do display ; And at the door...
Сторінка 217 - Ah ! let not Censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
Сторінка 131 - To cure the mind's wrong bias, Spleen, Some recommend the bowling-green ; Some, hilly walks ; all, exercise ; Fling but a stone, the giant dies. Laugh and be well. Monkeys have been Extreme good doctors for the Spleen ; And kitten, if the humour hit, Has harlequin'd away the fit.
Сторінка 234 - That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; Tis now th...
Сторінка 265 - On thee she calls, on thee her parent dear! . . (Ah ! too remote to ward the shameful blow!) She sees no kind domestic visage near, And soon a flood of tears begins to flow ; And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe.

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