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... What criticisms have we not heard of late in favour of blank verse , and Pindaric odes , choruses , anapests , and iambics , alliterative care and happy negligence ! Every absurdity has now a champion to defend it ; DEDICATION .
... What criticisms have we not heard of late in favour of blank verse , and Pindaric odes , choruses , anapests , and iambics , alliterative care and happy negligence ! Every absurdity has now a champion to defend it ; DEDICATION .
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... late the nation found , with fruitless skill , Its former strength was but plethoric ill . Yet , still the loss of wealth is here supplied , By arts , the splendid wrecks of former pride ; From these the feeble heart and long - fall'n ...
... late the nation found , with fruitless skill , Its former strength was but plethoric ill . Yet , still the loss of wealth is here supplied , By arts , the splendid wrecks of former pride ; From these the feeble heart and long - fall'n ...
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... late on the other side of the question , that merely for the sake of novelty and variety , one would sometimes wish to be in the right . I am , Dear sir , Your sincere friend , and ardent admirer , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE DESERTED ...
... late on the other side of the question , that merely for the sake of novelty and variety , one would sometimes wish to be in the right . I am , Dear sir , Your sincere friend , and ardent admirer , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE DESERTED ...
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... late cheek , ' I could dine on this tripe seven days in a week : I like these here dinners so pretty and small ; But your friend there , the doctor , eats nothing at all , ' " O ho ! ' quoth my friend , ' he'll come on in a trice , He's ...
... late cheek , ' I could dine on this tripe seven days in a week : I like these here dinners so pretty and small ; But your friend there , the doctor , eats nothing at all , ' " O ho ! ' quoth my friend , ' he'll come on in a trice , He's ...
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... of Derry in Ireland . Mr. Edmund Burke . Mr. William Burke , late secretary to General Conway , and member for Bedwin . Mr. Richard Burke , collector of Granada . Our Cumberland's * sweet - bread its praise shall obtain 59.
... of Derry in Ireland . Mr. Edmund Burke . Mr. William Burke , late secretary to General Conway , and member for Bedwin . Mr. Richard Burke , collector of Granada . Our Cumberland's * sweet - bread its praise shall obtain 59.
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Side 36 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed 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; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Side 67 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Side 32 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Side 61 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Side 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Side 53 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Side 61 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit : Too nice for a statesman ; too proud for a wit ; For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge disobedient ; And too fond of the rigid to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir — To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Side 29 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old...
Side 13 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Side 41 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...