Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... soul , Nor foft - eyed Pity drops a melting tear ; But , in their flead , Contempt and rude Difdain Infult the banish'd wanderer : on fhe goes , Neglected and forlorn : Disease and Cold , And Famine , worst of ills , her steps attend ...
... soul , Nor foft - eyed Pity drops a melting tear ; But , in their flead , Contempt and rude Difdain Infult the banish'd wanderer : on fhe goes , Neglected and forlorn : Disease and Cold , And Famine , worst of ills , her steps attend ...
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... And blest were my . soul seems to harron . Who died - on the banks of the Yarrow . Published by J.Roach , Woburn Street New Drury Theatre Royal Sept : 30.1794 . OACH'S BEAUTIES OF THE POETS : N COOPERS HILL by Camikshanks. del ...
... And blest were my . soul seems to harron . Who died - on the banks of the Yarrow . Published by J.Roach , Woburn Street New Drury Theatre Royal Sept : 30.1794 . OACH'S BEAUTIES OF THE POETS : N COOPERS HILL by Camikshanks. del ...
Σελίδα 41
... soul distastes idio Thy luft , thy curiofity , thy pride , ' q Curb'd , or defervid , or baulk'd , or gratified , Rage on , and make thee equally unblefsdom } " T › T D 3 In clod ; Ki In what thou want'ft , and what [ 47 ]
... soul distastes idio Thy luft , thy curiofity , thy pride , ' q Curb'd , or defervid , or baulk'd , or gratified , Rage on , and make thee equally unblefsdom } " T › T D 3 In clod ; Ki In what thou want'ft , and what [ 47 ]
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... Soul Cand Ode to Solitude by , Alex Pope Esq Hymn on Gratitude by Addison Murray . Cruikshank To help my Fancy in the Smooth green turf He out the figures of the marshall'd hosts " TONDON ) Home Printed by & for J. Roach at the ...
... Soul Cand Ode to Solitude by , Alex Pope Esq Hymn on Gratitude by Addison Murray . Cruikshank To help my Fancy in the Smooth green turf He out the figures of the marshall'd hosts " TONDON ) Home Printed by & for J. Roach at the ...
Σελίδα 27
... Soul and fource of all , Whilft man enjoys his ease , Is executing human will , In earth , and air , and feas , Beyond us , what can angels boaft ? Archangels what require ? Whate'er below , above , is done , Is done as- → we defire ...
... Soul and fource of all , Whilft man enjoys his ease , Is executing human will , In earth , and air , and feas , Beyond us , what can angels boaft ? Archangels what require ? Whate'er below , above , is done , Is done as- → we defire ...
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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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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 57 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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!
Σελίδα 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!
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...