The Poetical Works of Robert Lloyd, A. M.: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Volum 2T. Evans, 1774 |
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... look , But Heav'n defend us from a Book ! A LIBEL flies on Scandal's wings , But works of length are heavy things . -Not one in twenty will fucceed- Confider , fir , how few can read . FRIEND . FRIEn d . mean a work of merit AUTHOR . ( 2 )
... look , But Heav'n defend us from a Book ! A LIBEL flies on Scandal's wings , But works of length are heavy things . -Not one in twenty will fucceed- Confider , fir , how few can read . FRIEND . FRIEn d . mean a work of merit AUTHOR . ( 2 )
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... looks through its pane of glass , And feems indignant to exclaim Pafs on ye Sons of TASTE , for fhame ! While duly each revolving moon , Which often comes , God knows too foon , Continual plagues my foul moleft , And Magazines disturb ...
... looks through its pane of glass , And feems indignant to exclaim Pafs on ye Sons of TASTE , for fhame ! While duly each revolving moon , Which often comes , God knows too foon , Continual plagues my foul moleft , And Magazines disturb ...
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... every fine fenfation , Too gross to relish nature's bloom , Or taste her fimple rich perfume , Shall caft them by as useless stuff , And fly with keenefs to his - fnuff , Look Look round the world , not one in ten Thinks ( 25 )
... every fine fenfation , Too gross to relish nature's bloom , Or taste her fimple rich perfume , Shall caft them by as useless stuff , And fly with keenefs to his - fnuff , Look Look round the world , not one in ten Thinks ( 25 )
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... Look round the world , not one in ten Thinks Poets good , or honeft men . ' Tis true their conduct , not o'er nice , Sits often loose to easy vice . Perhaps their Temperance will not pass The due rotation of the glass ; And gravity ...
... Look round the world , not one in ten Thinks Poets good , or honeft men . ' Tis true their conduct , not o'er nice , Sits often loose to easy vice . Perhaps their Temperance will not pass The due rotation of the glass ; And gravity ...
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... looks with jealous eyes . Tho ' thousands may arrive at fame , Yet never take one path the fame . An Author's vanity or pride Can't bear a neighbour by his fide , Altho ' he but delighted goes Along the track which nature shows , Nor ...
... looks with jealous eyes . Tho ' thousands may arrive at fame , Yet never take one path the fame . An Author's vanity or pride Can't bear a neighbour by his fide , Altho ' he but delighted goes Along the track which nature shows , Nor ...
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againſt Apollo AUTHOR Bard beſt bleft breaſt charms claffic cloſe dame decus Delos dreft dull dunce e'en eaſe eaſy erft ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fancy fatire feek fenfe fhall fhew fhine fhould fibi filk fimple firſt fkies flame fmile fober foes folks fome fons fool foul ftill ftrive ftrong fuch fure genius grace hæc hate heart himſelf honeft inglorius Juft king laft Latona lyre meaſure mighty mind moft moſt mufe muft Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er Phoebus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue Quæ quam raiſe reaſon rhime rhyme rife ROBERT LLOYD ſcheme ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtrength Tafte taſte tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Tuque uſeful verfe verſe waſte whofe Whoſe wife wiſh woes wond'rous word wou'd write yourſelf
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Side 202 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Side 186 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Side 198 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 190 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 192 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.
Side 188 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Side 188 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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.
Side 196 - Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Side 186 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 194 - Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...