Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 - English poetry |
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... praise : But foul defcriptions are offenfive ftill , Either for being like , or being ill . For who , without a qualm , hath ever look'd On holy garbag , though by Homer cook'd ! Whose railing heroes , and whofe wounded Gods , Make fome ...
... praise : But foul defcriptions are offenfive ftill , Either for being like , or being ill . For who , without a qualm , hath ever look'd On holy garbag , though by Homer cook'd ! Whose railing heroes , and whofe wounded Gods , Make fome ...
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... praise he takes degrees ; Struts in a new unlicens'd gown , and then , From faving women , falls to killing men . Another fuch had left the nation thin , In fpite of all the children he brought in . His pills as thick as hand ...
... praise he takes degrees ; Struts in a new unlicens'd gown , and then , From faving women , falls to killing men . Another fuch had left the nation thin , In fpite of all the children he brought in . His pills as thick as hand ...
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... praise ; To fome a dry rehearsal was affign'd ; And others ( harder ftill ) he paid in kind . Dryden alone ( what wonder ? ) came not nigh ; Dryden alone efcap'd this judging eye : But fill the great have kindness in referve ; He help'd ...
... praise ; To fome a dry rehearsal was affign'd ; And others ( harder ftill ) he paid in kind . Dryden alone ( what wonder ? ) came not nigh ; Dryden alone efcap'd this judging eye : But fill the great have kindness in referve ; He help'd ...
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... praise a Courtier where I can . When I confefs , there is who feels for fame , And melts to goodness , need I Scarb'row name ? Pleas'd let me own , in Efher's peaceful grove ( Where Kent and nature vie for Pelham's love ) , The fcene ...
... praise a Courtier where I can . When I confefs , there is who feels for fame , And melts to goodness , need I Scarb'row name ? Pleas'd let me own , in Efher's peaceful grove ( Where Kent and nature vie for Pelham's love ) , The fcene ...
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... 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 random praise - the task can ne'er be done 3 Each mother afks it for her booby fon . Each widow afks it for ...
... 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 random praise - the task can ne'er be done 3 Each mother afks it for her booby fon . Each widow afks it for ...
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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?