Відгуки відвідувачів - Написати рецензію
Не знайдено жодних рецензій.
Інші видання - Показати все
The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Three Volumes, Том 1
Повний перегляд - 1792
arms blood bright charms crown dare dead death deep divine dreadful earth Enter eternal eyes face fair fall fame fate father fear fight fire firſt flame fool force give glory gods grace guilty hand head hear heart heav'n human immortal juſt king laſt lays leave leſs lift light live look lord MANDANE mankind mean MEMNON mind moſt muſe muſt MYRON nature never NICANOR night o'er once pain pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride proud queen rage raiſe RAMESES reaſon riſe round ſay ſcene ſee ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſmile ſome ſoul ſtand ſtill ſuch ſun tears thee theſe things thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne thunder trembling true turn virtue whole Whoſe wide wiſe write
Сторінка 194 - How rich the Peacock ! £ what bright glories run From plume to plume, and vary in the sun ! He proudly spreads them, to the golden ray Gives all his colours, and adorns the day ; With conscious state the spacious round displays, And slowly moves amid the waving blaze.
Сторінка 114 - Some ladies' judgment in their features lies, And all their genius sparkles from their eyes. But hold, she cries, Lampooner ! have a care, Must I want common sense because I'm fair ! O no : see Stella ; her eyes shine as bright As if her tongue was never in the right : And yet what real learning, judgment, fire ! She seems...
Сторінка 103 - As sure as cards he to th' assembly comes, And is the furniture of drawing-rooms : When Ombre calls, his hand and heart are free, And, joined to two, he fails not — to make three ; Narcissus is the glory of his race ; For who does nothing with a better grace ? To deck my list by nature were designed Such shining expletives of human kind, Who want, .while through blank life they dream along, Sense to be right and passion to be wrong.
Сторінка 73 - O'er globes, and sceptres, now on thrones it swells ; Now; trims the midnight lamp in college cells : ?Tis tory, whig ; it plots, prays, preaches, pleads, Harangues in senates, squeaks in masquerades.
Сторінка 79 - Whose mistress is saluted with a smack, And friend receiv'd with thumps upon the back) When thy sleek gelding nimbly leaps the mound. And Ringwood opens on the tainted ground, Is that thy praise ? Let...
Сторінка 29 - To bring th' eternal Author to my mind ! When oceans roar, or awful thunders roll, May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake my soul ! When earth's in bloom, or planets proudly shine, Adore, my heart, the Majesty divine...
Сторінка 196 - Tis dreadful to behold his nostrils blaze ; To paw the vale he proudly takes delight, And triumphs in the fulness of his might ; High rais'd he snuffs the battle from afar, And burns to plunge amid the raging war ; And mocks at death, and throws his foam around, And in a storm of fury shakes the ground.
Сторінка 83 - s the specious trifling of the mind ; Or is at best a secondary aim, A chase for sport alone, and not for game. If so, sure they who the mere volume prize, But love the thicket where the quarry lies.