Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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Side 9
... fate , Decider of the grand debate . The Pye , to trust and pow'r preferr'd , Demands permiffion to be heard . Says he , Prolixity of phrafe You know I hate . This libel fays , C " Some birds there are , who , prone to MOORE'S 9 POEMS .
... fate , Decider of the grand debate . The Pye , to trust and pow'r preferr'd , Demands permiffion to be heard . Says he , Prolixity of phrafe You know I hate . This libel fays , C " Some birds there are , who , prone to MOORE'S 9 POEMS .
Side 23
... ring , the refigns to fate , And finks o'erwhelm'd , with all her freight , So baffling every bar to fin , And heaven's own pilot , plac'd within , 1 Along the devious , smooth defcent , With pow'rs increafing MOORE'S POEMS . 23.
... ring , the refigns to fate , And finks o'erwhelm'd , with all her freight , So baffling every bar to fin , And heaven's own pilot , plac'd within , 1 Along the devious , smooth defcent , With pow'rs increafing MOORE'S POEMS . 23.
Side 24
... fate ; With honour , left upon the fhore , Her friend , and handmaid now no more ; Nor , with the guilty world , upbraid The fortunes of a wretch , betray'd ' ; But o'er her failing caft the veil , Rememb'ring , you yourselves are frail ...
... fate ; With honour , left upon the fhore , Her friend , and handmaid now no more ; Nor , with the guilty world , upbraid The fortunes of a wretch , betray'd ' ; But o'er her failing caft the veil , Rememb'ring , you yourselves are frail ...
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... fate of all who love to dwell In wifdom's folitary cell : So much a clown in gait , and laugh , He wanted but a fcrip and staff ; And fuch a beard as hung in candles Down to Diogenes's fandals , And planted all his chin thick , To be ...
... fate of all who love to dwell In wifdom's folitary cell : So much a clown in gait , and laugh , He wanted but a fcrip and staff ; And fuch a beard as hung in candles Down to Diogenes's fandals , And planted all his chin thick , To be ...
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... fate of all that man obtains , Our pleasure must be purchas'd by our pains , And coft us every hour fome fmall expence , A little labour , and a little fenfe . That heav'n - born blifs , that foul - illumin'à joy , Which madmen fquander ...
... fate of all that man obtains , Our pleasure must be purchas'd by our pains , And coft us every hour fome fmall expence , A little labour , and a little fenfe . That heav'n - born blifs , that foul - illumin'à joy , Which madmen fquander ...
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Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray ... Samuel Johnson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1800 |
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Side 281 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Side 278 - Elegy written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Side 50 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Side 278 - 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 65 - Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Side 276 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Side 62 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch...
Side 173 - Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall Dennis be ! if rigid fate incline, And many an epic to his rage shall yield; And many a poet quit th...
Side 102 - If the Author has hazarded, throughout, the use of English or modern allusions, he hopes it will not be imputed to an entire ignorance, or to the least disesteem of the ancient learning. He has kept the ancient plan and method in his eye, though he builds his edifice with the materials of his own nation.
Side 44 - Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, whose ev'ry vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take the pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe who own thy genial land.