Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 - English poetry |
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... grave , exceeds all pow'r of face : I fit with fad civility , I read With honeft anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at laft , but in unwilling ears , 6 This faving counfel , Keep your piece nine years . Nine years ! cried he , who ...
... grave , exceeds all pow'r of face : I fit with fad civility , I read With honeft anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at laft , but in unwilling ears , 6 This faving counfel , Keep your piece nine years . Nine years ! cried he , who ...
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... life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to ferve , no foul to fave ? " 6. I found him close with Swift " - Indeed ? no doubt ( Cries prating Balbus ) fomething will come out . " Tis all in vain , deny it as I ' Tis [ 31 ]
... life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to ferve , no foul to fave ? " 6. I found him close with Swift " - Indeed ? no doubt ( Cries prating Balbus ) fomething will come out . " Tis all in vain , deny it as I ' Tis [ 31 ]
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... grave . F. Why fo ? if Satire knows its time and place , You fill may lafh the greateft - in difgrace : For merit will by turns forfake them all ; Would you know when ? exactly when they fall , But let all fatire in all changes spare ...
... grave . F. Why fo ? if Satire knows its time and place , You fill may lafh the greateft - in difgrace : For merit will by turns forfake them all ; Would you know when ? exactly when they fall , But let all fatire in all changes spare ...
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... grave bishops blefs . In golden chains the willing world fhe draws , And hers the gofpel is , and hers the laws . Mounts the tribunal , lifts her fcarlet head , And fees pale virtue carted in her stead . Lo ! at the wheels of her ...
... grave bishops blefs . In golden chains the willing world fhe draws , And hers the gofpel is , and hers the laws . Mounts the tribunal , lifts her fcarlet head , And fees pale virtue carted in her stead . Lo ! at the wheels of her ...
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... grave ) Have ftill a fecret bias to a knave : To find an honeft man I beat about , And love him , court him , praise him , in or out , F. Then why fo few commended ? P. Not fo fierce ; Find you the virtue , and I'll find the verse . But ...
... grave ) Have ftill a fecret bias to a knave : To find an honeft man I beat about , And love him , court him , praise him , in or out , F. Then why fo few commended ? P. Not fo fierce ; Find you the virtue , and I'll find the verse . But ...
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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?