Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 - English poetry |
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... beft advise , Fall when he falls , and when he rifes rife . Affected noife is the moft wretched thing That to contempt can empty fcribblers bring . Vowels and accents , regularly plac'd , On even fyllables ( and ftill the laft ) Though ...
... beft advise , Fall when he falls , and when he rifes rife . Affected noife is the moft wretched thing That to contempt can empty fcribblers bring . Vowels and accents , regularly plac'd , On even fyllables ( and ftill the laft ) Though ...
Page 16
... beft alive , That nature's work by art can imitate ; In which whatever in this wordly flate Is fweet and pleafing unto living fenfe , Or that may daintieft fanta fie aggrate , Was poured forth with plentiful difpenfe , And made there to ...
... beft alive , That nature's work by art can imitate ; In which whatever in this wordly flate Is fweet and pleafing unto living fenfe , Or that may daintieft fanta fie aggrate , Was poured forth with plentiful difpenfe , And made there to ...
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... beft of men ; For him the weeps , for him the weds again . Praife cannot floop , like fatire , to the ground : The number may be hang'd , but not be crown'd Enough for half the greateft of thefe days ; To ' fcape my cenfure , not expect ...
... beft of men ; For him the weeps , for him the weds again . Praife cannot floop , like fatire , to the ground : The number may be hang'd , but not be crown'd Enough for half the greateft of thefe days ; To ' fcape my cenfure , not expect ...
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... beft allies employ , New pleafures to invent , to wifh , and to enjoy . " Her winning voice the youth attentive caught ; He gaz'd impatient on the finiling maid ; Still gaz'd and liften'd ; then her name befought : My name , fair youth ...
... beft allies employ , New pleafures to invent , to wifh , and to enjoy . " Her winning voice the youth attentive caught ; He gaz'd impatient on the finiling maid ; Still gaz'd and liften'd ; then her name befought : My name , fair youth ...
Page 53
... beft can fpeak my praife : Tho ' Slander call me Sloth ( detraction vain ! ) Heed not what Slander , vain detra & ter , fays ; Slander , fill prompt true merit to defame , To blot the brightest worth , and blaft the fairest name . By ...
... beft can fpeak my praife : Tho ' Slander call me Sloth ( detraction vain ! ) Heed not what Slander , vain detra & ter , fays ; Slander , fill prompt true merit to defame , To blot the brightest worth , and blaft the fairest name . By ...
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Popular passages
Page 29 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 33 - 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...
Page 55 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Page 22 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 2 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Page 24 - Furies, death and rage!" If I approve, "Commend it to the stage.
Page 59 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Page 13 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Page 36 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Page 26 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?