A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Swift. Thompson. Watts. Hamilton. A. Philips. G. West. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. HarteJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1794 |
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... See where the lies ! See how the rears her head , And rolls about her dreadful eyes , To drive all virtue out , or look it dead ! ' Twas fure this bafilifk fent Temple thence , And though as fome ( ' tis faid ) for their defence Have ...
... See where the lies ! See how the rears her head , And rolls about her dreadful eyes , To drive all virtue out , or look it dead ! ' Twas fure this bafilifk fent Temple thence , And though as fome ( ' tis faid ) for their defence Have ...
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... see me us'd fo well : " How think you of our friend the Dean ? " I wonder what fome people mean ? 66 64 My lord and he are grown fo great , Always together , tête à tête ; " What ! they admire him for his jokes ! -- " See but the ...
... see me us'd fo well : " How think you of our friend the Dean ? " I wonder what fome people mean ? 66 64 My lord and he are grown fo great , Always together , tête à tête ; " What ! they admire him for his jokes ! -- " See but the ...
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... see my country feat ! There leaning near a gentle brook , Sleep , or peruse some ancient book ; And there in fweet oblivion drown Thofe cares that haunt the court and town * . THE AUTHOR UPON HIMSELF . 1713 . [ A few of the first lines ...
... see my country feat ! There leaning near a gentle brook , Sleep , or peruse some ancient book ; And there in fweet oblivion drown Thofe cares that haunt the court and town * . THE AUTHOR UPON HIMSELF . 1713 . [ A few of the first lines ...
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... See then what mortals place their blifs in ! Next morn betimes the bride was miffing : The mother fcream'd , the father chid ; Where can this idle wench be hid ? No news of Phyl ! the bridegroom came , And thought his bride had fkulk'd ...
... See then what mortals place their blifs in ! Next morn betimes the bride was miffing : The mother fcream'd , the father chid ; Where can this idle wench be hid ? No news of Phyl ! the bridegroom came , And thought his bride had fkulk'd ...
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... See , I am drefs'd from top to toe in stuff ; And , by my troth , I think I'm fine enough : My wife admires me more , and fwears she never , In any drefs , beheld me look fo clever . And , if a man be better in fuch ware , What great ...
... See , I am drefs'd from top to toe in stuff ; And , by my troth , I think I'm fine enough : My wife admires me more , and fwears she never , In any drefs , beheld me look fo clever . And , if a man be better in fuch ware , What great ...
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ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath blefs bleft breaft breath charms Dean dear death defcending defire delight divine dreft earth ECLOGUE Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fave fcene fecret feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fhow fide filk fing firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftand ftate ftill ftrain ftream fubject fuch funk fure fwain fweet fwell glory grace heart heaven himſelf honour juft king laft lefs loft Lord mind moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er never numbers nymph o'er paffion pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poet praife praiſe pride profe rage reafon reft reign rife rofe round ſcene ſhall ſkies ſky ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand toil verfe virtue Whig whofe wife youth
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Side 152 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Side 227 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 200 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Side 308 - It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: that bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
Side 417 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Side 532 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Side 537 - And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Side 150 - As Rochefoucault his Maxims drew From Nature, I believe them true ; They argue no corrupted mind In him ; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest Is thought too base for human breast, ' In all distresses of our friends We first consult our private ends, While Nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us.
Side 234 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Side 10 - Then stepp'd aside to fetch them drink, Fill'da large jug up to the brink, And saw it fairly twice go round ; Yet (what is wonderful !) they found, 'Twas still replenish'd to the top, As if they ne'er had touch'da drop.