Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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Side 15
... fing loud pæans through the crowded w ay , When in triumphant ftate the British Muse , True to herfelf , fhall barbarous aid refuse , And in the Roman Majefty appear , Which none know better , and none come fo near . B 2 Bower Bower of ...
... fing loud pæans through the crowded w ay , When in triumphant ftate the British Muse , True to herfelf , fhall barbarous aid refuse , And in the Roman Majefty appear , Which none know better , and none come fo near . B 2 Bower Bower of ...
Side 30
... fing - fong up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cried . With handkerchief and orange at my fide : But fick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Caftalian ftate . Proud , as Apollo on his forked ...
... fing - fong up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cried . With handkerchief and orange at my fide : But fick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Caftalian ftate . Proud , as Apollo on his forked ...
Side 40
... fing , without the leaft offence , And all I fung fhould be the Nation's Senfe Or teach the melancholy Mufe to mourn , Hang the fad verfe on Carolina's urn , And hail her paffage to the Realms of Reft . All parts perform'd , and all her ...
... fing , without the leaft offence , And all I fung fhould be the Nation's Senfe Or teach the melancholy Mufe to mourn , Hang the fad verfe on Carolina's urn , And hail her paffage to the Realms of Reft . All parts perform'd , and all her ...
Side 53
... fing , in fimple Scotifh lays The lowly train in life's fequefter'd fcene ; The native feelings ftrong , the guileless ways ,. What A **** in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho ' his worth unknown , far happier there , I ween ...
... fing , in fimple Scotifh lays The lowly train in life's fequefter'd fcene ; The native feelings ftrong , the guileless ways ,. What A **** in a cottage would have been ; Ah ! tho ' his worth unknown , far happier there , I ween ...
Side 1
... fing ? groves of Eden , vanifh'd now fo long , Live in defcription , and look green in fong ; Thefe , were my breast infpir'd with equal flaine , Like them in beauty , fhould be like in fame . Here hills and vales , the woodland and the ...
... fing ? groves of Eden , vanifh'd now fo long , Live in defcription , and look green in fong ; Thefe , were my breast infpir'd with equal flaine , Like them in beauty , fhould be like in fame . Here hills and vales , the woodland and the ...
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Side 29 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Side 33 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or, at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Side 55 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Side 22 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Side 2 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Side 24 - Furies, death and rage!" If I approve, "Commend it to the stage.
Side 59 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Side 13 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Side 36 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Side 26 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?