The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Mallet, Akenside, Gray, Lyttelton, Moore, Cawthorne, Churchill, Falconer, Cunningham, Grainger, BoyseSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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Side 30
... shame ! Then doom'd to feel what guilt alone should fear , The hand of public vengeance : arm'd by rage , Not ... shameful death adjudg'd ; against my head The price of blood proclaim'd , and at my heels Let loose the murderous cry ...
... shame ! Then doom'd to feel what guilt alone should fear , The hand of public vengeance : arm'd by rage , Not ... shameful death adjudg'd ; against my head The price of blood proclaim'd , and at my heels Let loose the murderous cry ...
Side 31
... shame repress'd , with rising wonder fill'd , Amyntor , slow recovering into thought , Submissive on his knee , the good man's hand Grasp'd close , and bore with ardour to his lips . His eye , where fear , confusion , reverence spoke ...
... shame repress'd , with rising wonder fill'd , Amyntor , slow recovering into thought , Submissive on his knee , the good man's hand Grasp'd close , and bore with ardour to his lips . His eye , where fear , confusion , reverence spoke ...
Side 32
... shame and horrour . - Dare I yet proceed ? Aurelius , O most injur'd of mankind ! Shall yet my tale , exasperating , add To woe , new anguish and to grief , despair- She is no more- " " O Providence severe ! " Aurelius smote his breast ...
... shame and horrour . - Dare I yet proceed ? Aurelius , O most injur'd of mankind ! Shall yet my tale , exasperating , add To woe , new anguish and to grief , despair- She is no more- " " O Providence severe ! " Aurelius smote his breast ...
Side 40
... shame can wean us , From mixing with the midnight Venus . " Nor let my cits be here forgot : They know to sin , as well as sot . When Night demure walks forth , array'd In her thin negligée of shade , Late risen from their long regale ...
... shame can wean us , From mixing with the midnight Venus . " Nor let my cits be here forgot : They know to sin , as well as sot . When Night demure walks forth , array'd In her thin negligée of shade , Late risen from their long regale ...
Side 41
... shame and sense , With shield of sevenfold impudence . Hence cards on Pelham , cards on Pitt , With much abuse and little wit . Hence libels against Hardwicke penn❜d , That only hurt when they commend : Hence of ascrib'd to Fox , at ...
... shame and sense , With shield of sevenfold impudence . Hence cards on Pelham , cards on Pitt , With much abuse and little wit . Hence libels against Hardwicke penn❜d , That only hurt when they commend : Hence of ascrib'd to Fox , at ...
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Amyntor Arion arms awful bard beauty behold beneath blest bloom bosom breast breath charms cloud dare death delight divine dread Earth eternal ev'ry fair faithful fame Fancy Fate fear fix'd flame fond fools genius glory grace Greece hand happy hath heart Heaven honour horrour hour king laws lord lov'd lyre maid Megacles mighty mind Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon passions Petrarch Pindar pleasure poem pomp pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd rapture reign rill rise Rodmond round sacred scene scorn sense shade shame shore smile smiling band soft song soul springs strain stream sublime sweet tear tempest terrour thee thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vex'd virtue voice Whilst wild wind wing wretched youth
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Side 147 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Side 147 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Side 147 - Wisdom, in sable garb array'd, Immersed in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid, With leaden eye that loves the ground...
Side 147 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 151 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes : Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Side 146 - Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play ; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day : Yet see how all around...
Side 146 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Side 147 - Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best! Bound in thy adamantine chain, The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
Side 482 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Side 151 - Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries—• No more I weep ; They do not sleep; On yonder cliffs, a...