Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1796 - English poetry |
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... pass the fences , and surprise the fair ! 25 Like these Vertumnus own'd his faithful flame , Like these rejected by the scornful dame . To gain her sight a thousand forms he wears , And first a reaper from the field appears : 30 Nec ...
... pass the fences , and surprise the fair ! 25 Like these Vertumnus own'd his faithful flame , Like these rejected by the scornful dame . To gain her sight a thousand forms he wears , And first a reaper from the field appears : 30 Nec ...
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... pass there is , with houses low , Where ever and anon the stream is ey'd , And many a boat soft sliding to and fro : There oft are heard the notes of infant woe , The short thick sob , loud scream , and shriller squall : How can ye ...
... pass there is , with houses low , Where ever and anon the stream is ey'd , And many a boat soft sliding to and fro : There oft are heard the notes of infant woe , The short thick sob , loud scream , and shriller squall : How can ye ...
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... pass his life , Drink with the ' squire , and kiss his wife ; On Sundays preach , and eat his fill , ' And fast on Fridays --- if he will ; Toast Church and Queen , explain the news , Talk with churchwardens about pews , Pray heartily ...
... pass his life , Drink with the ' squire , and kiss his wife ; On Sundays preach , and eat his fill , ' And fast on Fridays --- if he will ; Toast Church and Queen , explain the news , Talk with churchwardens about pews , Pray heartily ...
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... pass , That secret to each fool , that he's an ass : 80 The truth once told ( and wherefore should we lie ? ) The Queen of Midas slept , and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule , No creature smarts so little as a fool ...
... pass , That secret to each fool , that he's an ass : 80 The truth once told ( and wherefore should we lie ? ) The Queen of Midas slept , and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule , No creature smarts so little as a fool ...
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... pass'd my days , To spread about the itch of verse and praise ; Nor , like a puppy , daggled thro ' the Town , To fetch and carry sing - song up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cry'd , With handkerchief and orange ...
... pass'd my days , To spread about the itch of verse and praise ; Nor , like a puppy , daggled thro ' the Town , To fetch and carry sing - song up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cry'd , With handkerchief and orange ...
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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...