A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Pope. Gay. Pattison. Hammond. Savage. Hill. Tickell. Somervile. Broome. Pitt. Blair |
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But thou , falfe guardian of a charge too good , Thou , mean deferter of thy brother's blood ! See on thefe ruby lips the trembling breath , Thefe checks now fading at the blast of death ; Cold is that breaft which warm'd the world ...
But thou , falfe guardian of a charge too good , Thou , mean deferter of thy brother's blood ! See on thefe ruby lips the trembling breath , Thefe checks now fading at the blast of death ; Cold is that breaft which warm'd the world ...
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Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; religion difapproves ; Ev'n thou art cold - yet Eloifa loves . Ah , hopeless , lafting flames ! like those that burn To ...
Come , Abelard ! for what haft thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead . Nature ftands check'd ; religion difapproves ; Ev'n thou art cold - yet Eloifa loves . Ah , hopeless , lafting flames ! like those that burn To ...
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And thou , great heir of all thy father's fame , Increase of glory to the Latin name ! O , blefs thy Rome with an eternal reign , Nor let defiring worlds entreat in vain . What though the ftars contract their heavenly [ pace , And crowd ...
And thou , great heir of all thy father's fame , Increase of glory to the Latin name ! O , blefs thy Rome with an eternal reign , Nor let defiring worlds entreat in vain . What though the ftars contract their heavenly [ pace , And crowd ...
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Thou know'ft thofe regions my protection claim , Glorious in arms , in riches , and in fame : Though there the ... where , fhining in celeftial charms , Thou cam'fl triumphant to a mortal's arms , When all my glories o'er her limbs were ...
Thou know'ft thofe regions my protection claim , Glorious in arms , in riches , and in fame : Though there the ... where , fhining in celeftial charms , Thou cam'fl triumphant to a mortal's arms , When all my glories o'er her limbs were ...
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Reduc'd at laft to hifs in my own dragon . Avert it , heaven : that thou my Cibber , e'er Should'ft wag a ferpent - tail in Smithfield fair ! Like the vile ftraw that's blown about the streets , The needy poet fticks to all he meets ...
Reduc'd at laft to hifs in my own dragon . Avert it , heaven : that thou my Cibber , e'er Should'ft wag a ferpent - tail in Smithfield fair ! Like the vile ftraw that's blown about the streets , The needy poet fticks to all he meets ...
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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!