Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 - English poetry |
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... defires : Theocritus does now to us belong ; And Albion's rocks repeat his rural fong . 3 Vol . VI . 21 . A John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham . Who Who has not heard how Italy was bleft Above the Anon The Choice Church.
... defires : Theocritus does now to us belong ; And Albion's rocks repeat his rural fong . 3 Vol . VI . 21 . A John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham . Who Who has not heard how Italy was bleft Above the Anon The Choice Church.
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... fong , fo tender and fo true , As even Lycoris might with pity view ! When mourning nymphs attend their Daphnis ' hear fe , Who does not weep that reads the moving verfe ? But hear , oh hear , in what exalted flrains . Secilian Mufes ...
... fong , fo tender and fo true , As even Lycoris might with pity view ! When mourning nymphs attend their Daphnis ' hear fe , Who does not weep that reads the moving verfe ? But hear , oh hear , in what exalted flrains . Secilian Mufes ...
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... fong ) What Drop or Noftrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me , a Fool's wrath or love ; A dire dilemma ! either way I'm fped ; If foes , they write , if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd and tied down to judge , how ...
... fong ) What Drop or Noftrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me , a Fool's wrath or love ; A dire dilemma ! either way I'm fped ; If foes , they write , if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd and tied down to judge , how ...
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... fong . I ne'er with wits or witlings pafs'd my days , To fpread about the itch of verse and praife ; Nor , like a puppy , dangled thro ' the town . To fetch and carry fing - fong up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and ...
... fong . I ne'er with wits or witlings pafs'd my days , To fpread about the itch of verse and praife ; Nor , like a puppy , dangled thro ' the town . To fetch and carry fing - fong up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and ...
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... fong : That not for Fame , but Virtue's better end , He flood the furious foe , the timid friend , The damning critic , half approving wit , The coxcomb bit , or fearing to be bit ; Laugh'd at the lofs of friends he never had , The dull ...
... fong : That not for Fame , but Virtue's better end , He flood the furious foe , the timid friend , The damning critic , half approving wit , The coxcomb bit , or fearing to be bit ; Laugh'd at the lofs of friends he never had , The dull ...
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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?