La Belle Assemblée, Volum 6J. Bell, 1809 |
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Side 57
... Ev'n Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me : Then from the mint walks forth the man of rhyme , Happy to catch me just ... ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face ? A. Good friend , forbear ! you deal in dang'rous things , I'd never name Queens ...
... Ev'n Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me : Then from the mint walks forth the man of rhyme , Happy to catch me just ... ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face ? A. Good friend , forbear ! you deal in dang'rous things , I'd never name Queens ...
Side 58
... ry in convulsions hurl'd , Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world ... Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head ; And St. John's self ( great ... ry theme , A painted mistress , or a purling stream . Yet then did Gildon draw his ...
... ry in convulsions hurl'd , Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world ... Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head ; And St. John's self ( great ... ry theme , A painted mistress , or a purling stream . Yet then did Gildon draw his ...
Side 59
... ev'n fools , by flatt'rers besieg'd , And so obliging , that he ne'er oblig'd ; Like Cato , give his little senate laws , And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and Templars ev'ry sentence raise , And wonder with a foolish ...
... ev'n fools , by flatt'rers besieg'd , And so obliging , that he ne'er oblig'd ; Like Cato , give his little senate laws , And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and Templars ev'ry sentence raise , And wonder with a foolish ...
Side 60
... ry ev`n to Kings he held a shame , And thought a lie in verse or prose the same : That not in Fancy's maze he wander'd long , But stoop'd to Truth , and moraliz'd his song : That uot for fame but virtue's better end , He stood the ...
... ry ev`n to Kings he held a shame , And thought a lie in verse or prose the same : That not in Fancy's maze he wander'd long , But stoop'd to Truth , and moraliz'd his song : That uot for fame but virtue's better end , He stood the ...
Side 62
... ev'ry friend the less lament my fate . My head and heart thus flowing thro ' my quill , [ will , Verseman or Proseman , term me which you Papist or Protestant , or both between , Like good Erasmus in an honest mean , In moderation ...
... ev'ry friend the less lament my fate . My head and heart thus flowing thro ' my quill , [ will , Verseman or Proseman , term me which you Papist or Protestant , or both between , Like good Erasmus in an honest mean , In moderation ...
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Side 15 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Side 192 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Side 114 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 114 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 16 - Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe...
Side 87 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Side 87 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Side 118 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Side 113 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the strawbuilt 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 15 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.