Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1796 - English poetry |
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... leaves : 45 . Decidere , et tremulo ramos horrore moveri . Scilicet , ut referunt tardi nunc denique agrestes , Lotis in hanc nymphe , fugiens obscoena Priapi , Contulerat versos servato nomine vultus . 30 Nescierat soror hoc ; quæ cum ...
... leaves : 45 . Decidere , et tremulo ramos horrore moveri . Scilicet , ut referunt tardi nunc denique agrestes , Lotis in hanc nymphe , fugiens obscoena Priapi , Contulerat versos servato nomine vultus . 30 Nescierat soror hoc ; quæ cum ...
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... leaves are seen To rise and shade her with a sudden green . The child Amphissus , to her bosom prest , Perceiv'd a colder and a harder breast , And found the springs , that ne'er till then deny'd Their milky moisture , on a sudden dry'd ...
... leaves are seen To rise and shade her with a sudden green . The child Amphissus , to her bosom prest , Perceiv'd a colder and a harder breast , And found the springs , that ne'er till then deny'd Their milky moisture , on a sudden dry'd ...
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... leaves , At once a shelter from her boughs receives , Where summer's beauty midst of winter stays , And winter's coolness spite of summer's rays . Weeping . # WHILE Celia's tears make sorrow bright , Proud Grief sits swelling in her ...
... leaves , At once a shelter from her boughs receives , Where summer's beauty midst of winter stays , And winter's coolness spite of summer's rays . Weeping . # WHILE Celia's tears make sorrow bright , Proud Grief sits swelling in her ...
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... leaves the load of yesterday behind ! How easy every labour it pursues ! How coming to the poet ev'ry Muse ! 2 Not but we may exceed some holy time , Or tir'd in search of truth or search of rhyme : Ill health some just indulgence may ...
... leaves the load of yesterday behind ! How easy every labour it pursues ! How coming to the poet ev'ry Muse ! 2 Not but we may exceed some holy time , Or tir'd in search of truth or search of rhyme : Ill health some just indulgence may ...
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... leave that to Fate ; " Get place and wealth , if possible , with grace ; " If not , by any means get wealth and place . " Si quadringentis sex septem millia desunt ; Est animus tibi , sunt mores , et lingua , fidesque : 2 Plebs eris . 3 ...
... leave that to Fate ; " Get place and wealth , if possible , with grace ; " If not , by any means get wealth and place . " Si quadringentis sex septem millia desunt ; Est animus tibi , sunt mores , et lingua , fidesque : 2 Plebs eris . 3 ...
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Page 32 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 213 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 36 - So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks, Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 48 - ... for half a year or more, the common newspapers, in most of which they had some property, as being hired writers, were filled with the most abusive falsehoods and scurrilities they could possibly devise...
Page 32 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 197 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Page 39 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Page 35 - Tis all in vain, deny it as I will: 'No, such a genius never can lie still'; And then for mine obligingly mistakes The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo makes.
Page 27 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Page 33 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ! Who would not weep, if Atticus were he...