A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Pope. Gay. Pattison. Hammond. Savage. Hill. Tickell. Somervile. Broome. Pitt. BlairJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1794 |
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... winds through naked temples roar ; Round broken columns clafping ivy twin'd ; O'er heaps of ruin ftalk'd the ftately ... Wind the fhrill horn , or spread the waving net . When milder autumn fummer's heat fucceeds , And in the new - fhorn ...
... winds through naked temples roar ; Round broken columns clafping ivy twin'd ; O'er heaps of ruin ftalk'd the ftately ... Wind the fhrill horn , or spread the waving net . When milder autumn fummer's heat fucceeds , And in the new - fhorn ...
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... wind ) 350 The god appear'd : he turn'd his azure eyes Where Windfor - domes and pompous turrets rife ; VARIATIONS ... winds forget to roar , And the hufh'd waves glide foftly to the shore . Hail , facred peace ! hail , long - expected ...
... wind ) 350 The god appear'd : he turn'd his azure eyes Where Windfor - domes and pompous turrets rife ; VARIATIONS ... winds forget to roar , And the hufh'd waves glide foftly to the shore . Hail , facred peace ! hail , long - expected ...
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... wind : Pride , where wit fails , fteps in to our defence , And fills up all the mighty void of fenfe . 201 210 I once right reafon drives that cloud away , Truth breaks upon us with resistless day . Truf not yourfelf ; but , your ...
... wind : Pride , where wit fails , fteps in to our defence , And fills up all the mighty void of fenfe . 201 210 I once right reafon drives that cloud away , Truth breaks upon us with resistless day . Truf not yourfelf ; but , your ...
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... wind , Nay Poll fat mute , and Shock was moft unkind ! A fylph too warn'd me of the threats of fate , In myftic vifions , now believ'd too late ! See the poor remnants of these flighted hairs ! My hand fhall rend , what ev'n thy rapine ...
... wind , Nay Poll fat mute , and Shock was moft unkind ! A fylph too warn'd me of the threats of fate , In myftic vifions , now believ'd too late ! See the poor remnants of these flighted hairs ! My hand fhall rend , what ev'n thy rapine ...
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... wind : For whom fhould Sappho ufe fuch arts as these ? He's gone , whom only she defir'd to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bosom move , Still is there cause for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the fifters fix'd my doom ...
... wind : For whom fhould Sappho ufe fuch arts as these ? He's gone , whom only she defir'd to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bosom move , Still is there cause for Sappho ftill to love : So from my birth the fifters fix'd my doom ...
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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 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!