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... plot made us with sorrow see , As his estate , his person , too , was free : Him no soft thoughts , no gratitude , could move ; To gold he fled from beauty and from love ; Yet failing there , he keeps his freedom still , Forc'd to live ...
... plot made us with sorrow see , As his estate , his person , too , was free : Him no soft thoughts , no gratitude , could move ; To gold he fled from beauty and from love ; Yet failing there , he keeps his freedom still , Forc'd to live ...
Page 110
... plot of their clergy , ever since the Reformation , I suppose all Protest- ants believe : for it is not reasonable to think but that so many of their orders , as were outed from their fat possessions , would endeavour a re - en- trance ...
... plot of their clergy , ever since the Reformation , I suppose all Protest- ants believe : for it is not reasonable to think but that so many of their orders , as were outed from their fat possessions , would endeavour a re - en- trance ...
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... plot . I will grant their behaviour , in the first , to have been as loyal and as brave as they desire ; and will be willing to hold them ex- › cused as to the second , I mean , when it comes to my turn , and after my betters ; for it ...
... plot . I will grant their behaviour , in the first , to have been as loyal and as brave as they desire ; and will be willing to hold them ex- › cused as to the second , I mean , when it comes to my turn , and after my betters ; for it ...
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... plots , the still - impending test , And worse - but charity conceals the rest : Here stop the current of the sanguine flood ; Require not , gracious God ! thy martyr's blood ; But let their dying pangs , their living toil , Spread a ...
... plots , the still - impending test , And worse - but charity conceals the rest : Here stop the current of the sanguine flood ; Require not , gracious God ! thy martyr's blood ; But let their dying pangs , their living toil , Spread a ...
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... plot ..... Gath .. Hebron ....... .Duke of Beaufort . ..Ford , Lord Grey of Werk . .Dr . Titus Oates . ..King Charles II . .Elkanah Settle , the City poet . ..France . .Sir Henry Bennet , Earl of Ar- lington . .The Popish - plot . .The ...
... plot ..... Gath .. Hebron ....... .Duke of Beaufort . ..Ford , Lord Grey of Werk . .Dr . Titus Oates . ..King Charles II . .Elkanah Settle , the City poet . ..France . .Sir Henry Bennet , Earl of Ar- lington . .The Popish - plot . .The ...
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Page 27 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy...
Page 111 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires, My manhood, long misled by wandering fires, Follow'd false lights, and, when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could fright my faith than Three in One...
Page 110 - Tis true she bounded by and tripped so light, They had not time to take a steady sight ; For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be loved needs only to be seen.
Page 16 - He sought the storms ; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide...
Page 16 - Got, while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy ; In friendship false, implacable in hate, Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the State; To compass this the triple bond he broke; The pillars of the public safety shook, And fitted Israel for a foreign yoke; Then, seiz'd with fear, yet still affecting fame, Usurp'da Patriot's all-atoning name.
Page 41 - ... fancy, or the variation, driving or moulding of that thought, as the judgment represents it proper to the subject; the third is Elocution, or the Art of clothing and adorning that thought so found and varied, in apt, significant and sounding words: the quickness of the Imagination is seen in the Invention, the fertility in the Fancy, and the accuracy in the Expression.
Page 9 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.
Page 111 - But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide For erring judgments an unerring guide! Thy throne is darkness in the abyss of light, A blaze of glory that forbids the sight. O teach me to believe thee thus conceal'd, And search no farther than thyself reveal'd; But her alone for my director take, Whom thou hast promised never to forsake!
Page 40 - Gull'd with a patriot's name, whose modern sense Is one that would by law supplant his prince; The people's brave, the politician's tool; Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Page 40 - The composition of all poems is, or ought to be, of wit; and wit in the poet, or Wit writing (if you will give me leave to use a school-distinction), is no other than the faculty of imagination in the writer, which, like a nimble spaniel, beats over and ranges through the field of memory, till it springs the quarry it hunted after; or, without metaphor, which searches over all...