Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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Side 11
... human found , She makes th ' obedient ghofts peep trembling thro ' the ground . But , tho ' we muil obey when Heaven commands , And man in vain the facred call withflands , Beware " Beware what fpirit rages in your breaft ; For [ 11 ] ...
... human found , She makes th ' obedient ghofts peep trembling thro ' the ground . But , tho ' we muil obey when Heaven commands , And man in vain the facred call withflands , Beware " Beware what fpirit rages in your breaft ; For [ 11 ] ...
Side 12
... human lines , Compar'd with thofe whofe infpiration fhines : Thefe nervous , bold ; thofe languid and remifs There , cold falutes ; but here a lover's kifs . Thus have I feen a rapid headlong tide With foaming waves the paffive Soane ...
... human lines , Compar'd with thofe whofe infpiration fhines : Thefe nervous , bold ; thofe languid and remifs There , cold falutes ; but here a lover's kifs . Thus have I feen a rapid headlong tide With foaming waves the paffive Soane ...
Side 40
... fhame tranfport , Lull'd with the fweet Nepenthe of a Court . There , where no father's , brother's , friend's difgrace Once break their reft , or tir them from their place : But , But , paft the fenfe of human miferies , All [ 40 ]
... fhame tranfport , Lull'd with the fweet Nepenthe of a Court . There , where no father's , brother's , friend's difgrace Once break their reft , or tir them from their place : But , But , paft the fenfe of human miferies , All [ 40 ]
Side 41
... human miferies , All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes ; No cheek is known to blufh , no heart to throb , .. Save when they lose a question , or a job .. P .. Good Heaven forbid that I fhould blast their glory .. Who know how like ...
... human miferies , All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes ; No cheek is known to blufh , no heart to throb , .. Save when they lose a question , or a job .. P .. Good Heaven forbid that I fhould blast their glory .. Who know how like ...
Side 56
... human form that bears a heart , A wretch , a villain ! loft to love and truth , That can , with ftudied , fly , enfnaring art , Betray fweet Jenny's unfufpecting youth ? Curfe on his perjured arts ! diffembling fmooth ! " Are Honour ...
... human form that bears a heart , A wretch , a villain ! loft to love and truth , That can , with ftudied , fly , enfnaring art , Betray fweet Jenny's unfufpecting youth ? Curfe on his perjured arts ! diffembling fmooth ! " Are Honour ...
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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?