A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn |
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... Tell good Barzillai thou canst sing no more , And tell thy soul she should have fled before : Or fled she with his life , and left this verse To hang on her departed patron's hearse ? 860 Now take thy steepy flight from heaven , and see ...
... Tell good Barzillai thou canst sing no more , And tell thy soul she should have fled before : Or fled she with his life , and left this verse To hang on her departed patron's hearse ? 860 Now take thy steepy flight from heaven , and see ...
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... tell ! Whether a drummer , or a Colonel ? The silent record blushes to reveal Their undescended dark Original ! But grant the best ! How came the change to pass , 170 A True Born Englishman , of Norman race ? A Turkish horse can shew ...
... tell ! Whether a drummer , or a Colonel ? The silent record blushes to reveal Their undescended dark Original ! But grant the best ! How came the change to pass , 170 A True Born Englishman , of Norman race ? A Turkish horse can shew ...
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... tell ' em would a hundred tongues require , Or one vain wit's , that might a hundred tire . But you who seek to give and merit fame , And justly bear a critic's noble name , Be sure yourself and your own reach to know , How far your ...
... tell ' em would a hundred tongues require , Or one vain wit's , that might a hundred tire . But you who seek to give and merit fame , And justly bear a critic's noble name , Be sure yourself and your own reach to know , How far your ...
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... tell , Thrice from my trembling hand the patch - box fell ; The tott'ring china shook without a wind , Nay , Poll sat mute , and Shock was most unkind ! A sylph too warned me of the threats of fate , 150 155 160 165 In mystic visions ...
... tell , Thrice from my trembling hand the patch - box fell ; The tott'ring china shook without a wind , Nay , Poll sat mute , and Shock was most unkind ! A sylph too warned me of the threats of fate , 150 155 160 165 In mystic visions ...
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... tell , Is it , in heav'n , a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender , or too firm a heart , To act a lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky , 5 10 For those who greatly think , or bravely die Elegy to ...
... tell , Is it , in heav'n , a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender , or too firm a heart , To act a lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky , 5 10 For those who greatly think , or bravely die Elegy to ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Balclutha bards beauty beneath bless Braes of Yarrow breast breath busk Carthon cease to sigh charms cheerful Clessámmor clouds crown dark death delight Dryden Dunciad ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear Fingal flowers frae grace grave Grongar Hill groves hand hear heart heaven heroic couplet hill honour Jenny king labour Lobbin Clout Lochaber look lyre maid maun mighty mind morning mourn Muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er passions Pindaric plain pleasure poem poet poetry Pope Pope's Popish Plot pow'r praise pride proud redemption draweth nigh rise Robin Gray round satire scene shade Shadwell shine sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul spread swain sweet tears thee thou thought toil trembling Twas vale verse voice waves weep Whig wind Yarrow ye Britons youth ΙΟ
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Page 85 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Page 322 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 327 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Page 254 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 255 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Page 244 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 326 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Page 56 - 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 329 - The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits strayed He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare-worn common is denied.
Page 23 - The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy.