Specimens of the British Poets: Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... breast . Far as the eye could reach , no tree was seen , Earth , clad in russet , scorn'd the lively green . The plague of locusts they secure defy , For in three hours a grasshopper must die . No living thing , whate'er its food ...
... breast . Far as the eye could reach , no tree was seen , Earth , clad in russet , scorn'd the lively green . The plague of locusts they secure defy , For in three hours a grasshopper must die . No living thing , whate'er its food ...
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Thomas Campbell. Lard , I shall faint - O lud - my breast I'm crush'd to atoms , I protest . God bless me -- I have dropt my fan , -Pray did you see it , honest man ? Man . I , madam ! no , -indeed , I fear You'll meet with some ...
Thomas Campbell. Lard , I shall faint - O lud - my breast I'm crush'd to atoms , I protest . God bless me -- I have dropt my fan , -Pray did you see it , honest man ? Man . I , madam ! no , -indeed , I fear You'll meet with some ...
Side 37
... breasts , and faces swell'd ? What could the saucy maker mean , To put such things to fright the queen ? Man . Oh ! they are gods , ma'am , which you see , Of the Marine Society , Tritons , which in the ocean dwell , And only rise to ...
... breasts , and faces swell'd ? What could the saucy maker mean , To put such things to fright the queen ? Man . Oh ! they are gods , ma'am , which you see , Of the Marine Society , Tritons , which in the ocean dwell , And only rise to ...
Side 60
... , descending in a line , Pleasure's bright beam is feeble in delight : Delight intense is taken by rebound ; Reverberated pleasures fire the breast . COMPLAINT FOR NARCISSA . FROM NIGHT III . Он Philander 60 EDWARD YOUNG .
... , descending in a line , Pleasure's bright beam is feeble in delight : Delight intense is taken by rebound ; Reverberated pleasures fire the breast . COMPLAINT FOR NARCISSA . FROM NIGHT III . Он Philander 60 EDWARD YOUNG .
Side 63
... suck'd , outrag'd the storm . For , oh ! the curst ungodliness of zeal ! While sinful flesh relented , spirit nurst In blind infallibility's embrace , The sainted spirit petrify'd the breast ; Denied the charity EDWARD YOUNG . 63.
... suck'd , outrag'd the storm . For , oh ! the curst ungodliness of zeal ! While sinful flesh relented , spirit nurst In blind infallibility's embrace , The sainted spirit petrify'd the breast ; Denied the charity EDWARD YOUNG . 63.
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ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom BORN bosom brave breast breath charms dear death delight dreadful dydd e'er earth eternal Eulogius ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear form'd frae FRANCIS FAWKES genius GEORGE ALEXANDER STEVENS grief hand hear heart Heaven honour hour JAMES GRAINGER kynge labour Lord mild ale mind MONODY mournful nature nature's night Night Thoughts numbers o'er pain pale Palemon passions PAUL WHITEHEAD peace plain pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor pow'r praise pride rage reign RICHARD JAGO rise Rodmond round scene Selim shade shore skies sleep smile soft song soul spread swain sweet Syr Charles taste taught tears tender Thatt thee Thenne thine THOMAS CHATTERTON thou thought toil train trembling university of Edinburgh vale verse virtue wave wealth wild wings wretch wyfe wylle Wyth ynne youth
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Side 280 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Side 281 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Side 278 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.
Side 286 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Side 285 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art : Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Side 189 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Side 288 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Side 284 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Side 186 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...