Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... flow'r difclos'd a gaudy fireak , But herbs for use and phyfic not a few , Of grey renown , within those borders grew ; The tufted bafil , pun - provoking thyme , Fresh baum , and marygold of cheerful hue . The lowly gill , that never ...
... flow'r difclos'd a gaudy fireak , But herbs for use and phyfic not a few , Of grey renown , within those borders grew ; The tufted bafil , pun - provoking thyme , Fresh baum , and marygold of cheerful hue . The lowly gill , that never ...
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... flow'r , Which low to earth its drooping head declines , All finear'd and fullied by a vernal show'r . Oh the hard bofoms of defpotic pow'r ! All , all but fhe , the author of his fhame , All , all but fhe , regret this mournful hour ...
... flow'r , Which low to earth its drooping head declines , All finear'd and fullied by a vernal show'r . Oh the hard bofoms of defpotic pow'r ! All , all but fhe , the author of his fhame , All , all but fhe , regret this mournful hour ...
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... the vallies play , Breathe on each flow'r , and bear their fweets away ; " By Tygris ' wandering waves he fat , " and fung This ufeful leffon for the fair and C 3 young : & Ye " ' Ye Perfian dames , ' he faid , ORIENTAL ...
... the vallies play , Breathe on each flow'r , and bear their fweets away ; " By Tygris ' wandering waves he fat , " and fung This ufeful leffon for the fair and C 3 young : & Ye " ' Ye Perfian dames , ' he faid , ORIENTAL ...
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... flow'r ! " What are pinks , in a morn , to compare ? " What eglantine after a show'r ? Then the lily no longer is white ! " Then the role is depriv'd of its bloom ; " Then the violets die with despite , " And the woodbines gives up ...
... flow'r ! " What are pinks , in a morn , to compare ? " What eglantine after a show'r ? Then the lily no longer is white ! " Then the role is depriv'd of its bloom ; " Then the violets die with despite , " And the woodbines gives up ...
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... flow'r , and the fhrub , and the tree , Which I rear'd for her pleafure , in vain , In time have comfort for me . may The fweets of a dew - fprinkled rofe , The found of a murmuring ftream , The pace which from folitude flows ...
... flow'r , and the fhrub , and the tree , Which I rear'd for her pleafure , in vain , In time have comfort for me . may The fweets of a dew - fprinkled rofe , The found of a murmuring ftream , The pace which from folitude flows ...
Términos y frases comunes
Beneath beſt blefs bleft blifs boaft bofom bow'r breaft bright charms Cyric death defart defire delight divine doth ECLOGUE EDWARD YOUNG erft eternal ev'ry eyes facred fafe fair fame fate fcene fear feas fecret feem feen felf fenfe fhade fhall fhame fhepherds fhine fhore fhould figh fight filent fing firft firſt fkies flain fleep flow'r fmile foft folemn fome fong forrow foul fpirit fprings frikes ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet Gonne grief grove heart heav'n himſelf juft kings lefs loft Lord lov'd Lycidas maid mind moft moſt Mufe muft muſt nymph o'er paffion pain peace pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe purſue raiſe refign'd Refignation reft rife ſcenes ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſweet tears Theatre Royal thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro Twill whilft whofe whoſe WILLIAM SHENSTONE wyllowe
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Página 40 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Página 57 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 3 - 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 right 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.
Página 42 - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: Ay me!
Página 6 - Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave, What a commerce was yours while you got and you gave!
Página 7 - 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...
Página 54 - ... shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Página 55 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing ; While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Página 3 - Were these their crimes! they were his own much more; But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor, Who having spent the treasures of his crown, Condemns their luxury to feed his own ; And yet this act, to varnish o'er the shame Of sacrilege, must bear Devotion's name. No crime so bold but would be understood A real, or at least, a seeming good.
Página 41 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...