The British poets, including translations, Volume 42C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... night ; Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F. You could not do a worse thing for your life . Why , if the night seem tedious - take a wife : Or rather , truly , if your point be rest , Lettuce and cowslip wine : probatum est ...
... night ; Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F. You could not do a worse thing for your life . Why , if the night seem tedious - take a wife : Or rather , truly , if your point be rest , Lettuce and cowslip wine : probatum est ...
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... nights divine ! Or when I sup , or when I dine , My friends above , my folks below , Chatting and laughing all - a - row , The beans and bacon set before them , The grace - cup served with all decorum ; Each willing to be pleased , and ...
... nights divine ! Or when I sup , or when I dine , My friends above , my folks below , Chatting and laughing all - a - row , The beans and bacon set before them , The grace - cup served with all decorum ; Each willing to be pleased , and ...
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... night of a debate , When all their lordships had sat late ) . Behold the place , where if a poet Shined in description he might show it ; Tell how the moon - beam trembling falls , And tips with silver all the walls ; Palladian walls ...
... night of a debate , When all their lordships had sat late ) . Behold the place , where if a poet Shined in description he might show it ; Tell how the moon - beam trembling falls , And tips with silver all the walls ; Palladian walls ...
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... who works for debt the day , Long as the night to her whose love's away , Long as the year's dull circle seems to run When the brisk minor pants for twenty - one ; So slow the ' unprofitable moments roll That lock up EPISTLES . 23.
... who works for debt the day , Long as the night to her whose love's away , Long as the year's dull circle seems to run When the brisk minor pants for twenty - one ; So slow the ' unprofitable moments roll That lock up EPISTLES . 23.
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... night he longs to lie alone . The fool whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter , For matrimonial solace dies a martyr . Did ever Proteus , Merlin , any witch , Transform themselves so strangely as the rich ? — Well , but the poor - the ...
... night he longs to lie alone . The fool whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter , For matrimonial solace dies a martyr . Did ever Proteus , Merlin , any witch , Transform themselves so strangely as the rich ? — Well , but the poor - the ...
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Page 230 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 210 - Here strip, my children! here at once leap in, Here prove who best can dash through thick and thin, And who the most in love of dirt excel, Or dark dexterity of groping well.
Page 53 - Indebted to no prince or peer alive, Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,* 70 If I would scribble rather than repose. Years following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away ; In one our frolics, one amusements end, In one a mistress drops, in one a friend...
Page 47 - But fill their purse, our poets' work is done, Alike to them by pathos or by pun. O, you ! whom vanity's light bark conveys On fame's mad voyage, by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high ! Who pants for glory finds but short repose ; 300 A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Page 264 - Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying Rain-bows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 197 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Page 250 - For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it: So spins the silk-worm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Page 150 - He was not without hopes, that, by manifesting the dulness of those who had only malice to recommend them, either the booksellers would not find their account in employing them, or the men themselves, when discovered, want courage to proceed in so unlawful an occupation. This it was that gave birth to the
Page 30 - NOT to admire, is all the art I know, To make men happy, and to keep them so.' Plain truth, dear Murray, needs no flowers of speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.
Page 40 - Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet, His moral pleases, not his pointed wit; Forgot his Epic, nay Pindaric art, But still I love the language of his heart.