The Cat-fight: A Mock Heroic Poem. Supported with Copious Extracts from Ancient and Modern Classic Authors ...1824 - Cats - 276 pages |
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... silver , wrought with curious imagery . And high emboss'd , which , when old Priam reign'd My conqu❜ring sire at sack'd Arisba gain'd ; There's Captain Jason [ 12 ] had some pulls , 4 * 41 And thus the golden Indus got ...
... silver , wrought with curious imagery . And high emboss'd , which , when old Priam reign'd My conqu❜ring sire at sack'd Arisba gain'd ; There's Captain Jason [ 12 ] had some pulls , 4 * 41 And thus the golden Indus got ...
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... in native pride array'd , The Isle of Love its glowing breast display'd , O'er the green bosom of the dewy lawn , Soft blazing flow'd the silver of the dawn ; Before man's foot hereon could claim a standing , There 51.
... in native pride array'd , The Isle of Love its glowing breast display'd , O'er the green bosom of the dewy lawn , Soft blazing flow'd the silver of the dawn ; Before man's foot hereon could claim a standing , There 51.
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... silver stream , Edging the painted margins of the bowers , And breathing liquid freshness on the flowers . Here bright reflected in the pool below , The vermil apples tremble on the bough ; Where o'er the yellow sands the waters sleep ...
... silver stream , Edging the painted margins of the bowers , And breathing liquid freshness on the flowers . Here bright reflected in the pool below , The vermil apples tremble on the bough ; Where o'er the yellow sands the waters sleep ...
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... silver trouts in playful curvings gleam . Long thus and varying every riv❜let strays , Till closing now their long meandering ways ; Where in a smiling vale the mountains end , Form'd in a crystal stream the waters blend . Fring'd was ...
... silver trouts in playful curvings gleam . Long thus and varying every riv❜let strays , Till closing now their long meandering ways ; Where in a smiling vale the mountains end , Form'd in a crystal stream the waters blend . Fring'd was ...
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... silver arms the glistening waves divide , Her shining sides the fondling waters lave , Her glowing cheeks are brighten'd by the wave ; Her hair of mildest yellow , flows from side To side - as o'er it plays the wanton tide : And ...
... silver arms the glistening waves divide , Her shining sides the fondling waters lave , Her glowing cheeks are brighten'd by the wave ; Her hair of mildest yellow , flows from side To side - as o'er it plays the wanton tide : And ...
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Page 274 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore, When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar, To bid his gentle spirit rest...
Page 134 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, "I'm sorry— but we all must die!
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Page 88 - By four cherubic shapes ; four faces each Had wondrous ; as with stars, their bodies all, And wings, were set with eyes; with eyes the wheels Of beryl, and careering fires between...
Page 83 - Yet soon he heal'd ; for Spirits, that live throughout Vital in every part, not as frail Man In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die; Nor in their liquid texture mortal wound Receive, no more than can the fluid air...
Page 82 - Was given him temper'd so, that neither keen Nor solid might resist that edge : it met The sword of Satan, with steep force to smite Descending, and in half cut sheer...
Page 90 - Among them he arriv'd ; in his right hand Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent Before him, such as in their souls infix'd Plagues...
Page 132 - Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead. Before the passing-bell begun, The news through half the town has run. O, may we all for Death prepare! What has he left? And who's his heir?
Page 274 - In yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave.
Page 133 - Lady Suffolk, in the spleen, Runs laughing up to tell the queen. The queen, so gracious, mild, and good, Cries, " Is he gone ? 'tis time he should.