The Works of the British Poets, Volume 8John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - English poetry - 1157 pages |
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... poets , and professed to have written about this time , the poem upon Silence , in imitation of Rochester's " Nothing . " He had now formed his versification , affifted by the rich melody of Dryden ; and the fmoothness of his numbers ...
... poets , and professed to have written about this time , the poem upon Silence , in imitation of Rochester's " Nothing . " He had now formed his versification , affifted by the rich melody of Dryden ; and the fmoothness of his numbers ...
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... poem called " The Sea - Piece , " which , though it is little known , bas many very fine paffages . About the fame time , he wrote the Ode for St. Cecilia's ' Day , which he undertook at the defire of Steele . In the " Spectator " was ...
... poem called " The Sea - Piece , " which , though it is little known , bas many very fine paffages . About the fame time , he wrote the Ode for St. Cecilia's ' Day , which he undertook at the defire of Steele . In the " Spectator " was ...
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... poem , by giving to Cibber the old books , the cold pedantry , and fluggish pertinacity of Theobald . Cibber repaid the Dun- ciad with another pamphlet , which , though he pretended to difregard , really gave him great uneafinefs . From ...
... poem , by giving to Cibber the old books , the cold pedantry , and fluggish pertinacity of Theobald . Cibber repaid the Dun- ciad with another pamphlet , which , though he pretended to difregard , really gave him great uneafinefs . From ...
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... poem in which the sense predominates more over the diction . Of the Ode for St. Cecilia's Day , it is fufficient praise , that it is only inferior to the inimitable " Alexander's Feaft " of Dryden . The general effect is very pleasing ...
... poem in which the sense predominates more over the diction . Of the Ode for St. Cecilia's Day , it is fufficient praise , that it is only inferior to the inimitable " Alexander's Feaft " of Dryden . The general effect is very pleasing ...
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... poem written on metaphyfical ideas , which he did not perfectly comprehend . His intentions were evidently good , to fhow men that the existence of imperfection and evil is not inconfiftent with the wisdom and goodnefs of God . Many of ...
... poem written on metaphyfical ideas , which he did not perfectly comprehend . His intentions were evidently good , to fhow men that the existence of imperfection and evil is not inconfiftent with the wisdom and goodnefs of God . Many of ...
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Page 100 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Page 43 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 99 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 151 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry: Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Page 102 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Page 43 - Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Page 94 - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
Page 121 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Page 98 - Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace. Condition, circumstance is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or in king ; In who obtain defence, or who defend ; In him who is, or him who finds a friend...
Page 112 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!