A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Pope. Gay. Pattison. Hammond. Savage. Hill. Tickell. Somervile. Broome. Pitt. Blair |
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And fee ! the deferts caft a pleafing gloom , And fhrubby heaths rejoice in purple bloom Whilft fruitful crops rife by their barren fide , And bearded groves difplay their annual pride . ; Happy the man , who firings his tuneful lyre ...
And fee ! the deferts caft a pleafing gloom , And fhrubby heaths rejoice in purple bloom Whilft fruitful crops rife by their barren fide , And bearded groves difplay their annual pride . ; Happy the man , who firings his tuneful lyre ...
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From hence a Poem was invented , and after wards improved to a perfect image of that happy time ; which , by giving us an efteem for the vir tues of a former age , might recommend them to the prefent . And fince the life of fhepherds ...
From hence a Poem was invented , and after wards improved to a perfect image of that happy time ; which , by giving us an efteem for the vir tues of a former age , might recommend them to the prefent . And fince the life of fhepherds ...
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Happy the man whom this bright court approves , His fovereign favours , and his country loves : Happy next him , who to these fhades retires , Whom nature charms , and whom the mufe in fpires ; 240 Whom humbler joys of home - felt quiet ...
Happy the man whom this bright court approves , His fovereign favours , and his country loves : Happy next him , who to these fhades retires , Whom nature charms , and whom the mufe in fpires ; 240 Whom humbler joys of home - felt quiet ...
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HAPPY the man , whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound , Content to breathe his native air , In his own ground . Whofe herds with milk , whose fields with bread , Whofe flocks fupply him with attire ; Whose trees in fummer yield ...
HAPPY the man , whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound , Content to breathe his native air , In his own ground . Whofe herds with milk , whose fields with bread , Whofe flocks fupply him with attire ; Whose trees in fummer yield ...
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But let a lord once own the happy lines , How the wit brightens ! how the ftyle refines ! Before his facred name flies every fault , And each exalted ftanza teems with thought ! The vulgar thus through imitation err ; As oft the learn'd ...
But let a lord once own the happy lines , How the wit brightens ! how the ftyle refines ! Before his facred name flies every fault , And each exalted ftanza teems with thought ! The vulgar thus through imitation err ; As oft the learn'd ...
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Page 92 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 23 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 92 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Page 89 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 89 - Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede ; The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind!
Page 13 - Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 9 - Dryden knew more of man in his general nature, and Pope in his local manners.
Page 35 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 161 - ... or science, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...
Page 102 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!