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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... whofe darkfome round con- tains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! Shrines where their vigils pale - eyed virgins keep ; And pitying ...
... whofe darkfome round con- tains Repentant fighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn ! Shrines where their vigils pale - eyed virgins keep ; And pitying ...
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... Whofe reign , indulgent God , fays holy writ , Did but for David's righteous fake permit ; David , the monarch after heaven's own mind , Who lov'd our sex , and honour'd all our kind . Well , I'm a woman , and as fuch muft speak ...
... Whofe reign , indulgent God , fays holy writ , Did but for David's righteous fake permit ; David , the monarch after heaven's own mind , Who lov'd our sex , and honour'd all our kind . Well , I'm a woman , and as fuch muft speak ...
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... whofe crime was too much love ! If this be ftruggling , by this holy light , ' Tis ftruggling with a vengeance ( quoth the knight ) : So Heaven preferve the fight it has reftor'd ; As with thefe eyes I plainly faw thee whor'd ; Whor'd ...
... whofe crime was too much love ! If this be ftruggling , by this holy light , ' Tis ftruggling with a vengeance ( quoth the knight ) : So Heaven preferve the fight it has reftor'd ; As with thefe eyes I plainly faw thee whor'd ; Whor'd ...
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... Whofe wounds , yet fresh , with bloody hands he ftrook , While from his breast these dreadful accents broke : Ye gods that o'er the gloomy regions reign , Where guilty fpirits feel eternal pain ; Thou , fable Styx whofe livid ftreams ...
... Whofe wounds , yet fresh , with bloody hands he ftrook , While from his breast these dreadful accents broke : Ye gods that o'er the gloomy regions reign , Where guilty fpirits feel eternal pain ; Thou , fable Styx whofe livid ftreams ...
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... whofe beams the Perfian bows , And pays , in hollow rocks , his awful vows ; Mitra , whofe head the blaze of light adorns , Who grafps the struggling heifer's lunar horns . THE FABLE OF DRYOPE . From Ovid's Metamorphofes , Book IX . SHE ...
... whofe beams the Perfian bows , And pays , in hollow rocks , his awful vows ; Mitra , whofe head the blaze of light adorns , Who grafps the struggling heifer's lunar horns . THE FABLE OF DRYOPE . From Ovid's Metamorphofes , Book IX . SHE ...
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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!