Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... , wherever it flies , To act as an angel , and mix with the skies ; Thofe poets who owe their best fame to his skill , Shall ftill be his flatterers , go where he will . Old Old Shakspeare receive him with praife and with love , [ 6 ]
... , wherever it flies , To act as an angel , and mix with the skies ; Thofe poets who owe their best fame to his skill , Shall ftill be his flatterers , go where he will . Old Old Shakspeare receive him with praife and with love , [ 6 ]
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... skies ; The waves the while beneath in fecret flow And undermine the hollow bank below : Wide and more wide the waters urge their way , Bare all the roots , and on their fibres prey . Too late the plant bewails his foolish pride , And ...
... skies ; The waves the while beneath in fecret flow And undermine the hollow bank below : Wide and more wide the waters urge their way , Bare all the roots , and on their fibres prey . Too late the plant bewails his foolish pride , And ...
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... skies : Th ' ethereal spirit o'er its leaves fhall move , .And on its top defcends the myftic Dove . Ye heav'ns ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in foft filence fhed the kindly fhow'r ! The fick and weak the healing plant shall ...
... skies : Th ' ethereal spirit o'er its leaves fhall move , .And on its top defcends the myftic Dove . Ye heav'ns ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in foft filence fhed the kindly fhow'r ! The fick and weak the healing plant shall ...
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... skies ! Hark ! a glad voice the lonely defart cheers ; Prepare the way ! a God , a God appears ! A God , a God ! the vocal hills reply : The rocks proclaim th ' approaching Deity , Lo , earth receives him from the bending skies ! Sink ...
... skies ! Hark ! a glad voice the lonely defart cheers ; Prepare the way ! a God , a God appears ! A God , a God ! the vocal hills reply : The rocks proclaim th ' approaching Deity , Lo , earth receives him from the bending skies ! Sink ...
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... cast my eyes : And shall these stars glow with immortal fire ? Still fhine the lifeless glories of the skies ? And could thy bright , thy living foul expire ? D 2 Far Far be the thought ! The pleasures moft fublime , [ 39 ]
... cast my eyes : And shall these stars glow with immortal fire ? Still fhine the lifeless glories of the skies ? And could thy bright , thy living foul expire ? D 2 Far Far be the thought ! The pleasures moft fublime , [ 39 ]
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 57 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...