A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Pope. Gay. Pattison. Hammond. Savage. Hill. Tickell. Somervile. Broome. Pitt. BlairJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1794 |
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Page 69
... tell , How Arria , Portia , and Lucretia fell . But , fince the facred leaves to all are free , And men interpret texts , why should not we ? By this no more was meant , than to have shown , That fovereign goodnefs dwells in him alone ...
... tell , How Arria , Portia , and Lucretia fell . But , fince the facred leaves to all are free , And men interpret texts , why should not we ? By this no more was meant , than to have shown , That fovereign goodnefs dwells in him alone ...
Page 70
... tell , though not in phrase refin'd ; Though blunt my tale , yet honeft is my mind . What feats the lady in the tree might do , 1 pafs , as gambols never known to you ; But fure it was a merrier fit , fhe swore , Than in her life fhe ...
... tell , though not in phrase refin'd ; Though blunt my tale , yet honeft is my mind . What feats the lady in the tree might do , 1 pafs , as gambols never known to you ; But fure it was a merrier fit , fhe swore , Than in her life fhe ...
Page 71
... tell me , to preferve your wife's good grace , Your eyes must always languifh on my face , Your tongue with conftant flatteries feed my ear , And tag each sentence with , My life my dear ! If . by strange chance , a modeft blush be rais ...
... tell me , to preferve your wife's good grace , Your eyes must always languifh on my face , Your tongue with conftant flatteries feed my ear , And tag each sentence with , My life my dear ! If . by strange chance , a modeft blush be rais ...
Page 73
... tell , and gather tales , Vifits to every church we daily paid , And march'd in every holy masquerade , The stations duly and the vigils kept ; Not much we fafted , but fcarce ever flept . At fermons too I fhone in fcarlet gay ; The ...
... tell , and gather tales , Vifits to every church we daily paid , And march'd in every holy masquerade , The stations duly and the vigils kept ; Not much we fafted , but fcarce ever flept . At fermons too I fhone in fcarlet gay ; The ...
Page 98
... Tell me , if virtue made the fon expire , Why , full of days and honour , lives the fire ? Why drew Marfeilles ' good bishop purer breath , When nature ficken'd , and each gale was death ? Or why fo long ( in life if long can be ) Lent ...
... Tell me , if virtue made the fon expire , Why , full of days and honour , lives the fire ? Why drew Marfeilles ' good bishop purer breath , When nature ficken'd , and each gale was death ? Or why fo long ( in life if long can be ) Lent ...
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Page 92 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 23 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 92 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Page 89 - 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 fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 89 - Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede ; The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind!
Page 13 - Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 35 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; 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 'em all.
Page 161 - ... or science, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...
Page 102 - 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!