The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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Side xi
... true , A cottage is Wood - Park with you . Early in 1726 , he revifited England , after an abfence of twelve years ; and collected three volumes & M.f.cllatier , in conjunction with Pope , who prefixed the preface , and had the whole ...
... true , A cottage is Wood - Park with you . Early in 1726 , he revifited England , after an abfence of twelve years ; and collected three volumes & M.f.cllatier , in conjunction with Pope , who prefixed the preface , and had the whole ...
Side xvi
... true of that , is not true of any thing elfe which he has written . " In his other works , is found an equable tenour of easy language , which rather trickles than flows . His delight was in fimplicity . That he has in his works no ...
... true of that , is not true of any thing elfe which he has written . " In his other works , is found an equable tenour of easy language , which rather trickles than flows . His delight was in fimplicity . That he has in his works no ...
Side 5
... true , That men who liv'd and dy'd without a name Are the chief heroes in the facred lift of faine . WRITTEN IN A LADY'S IVORY TABLE - BOOK , 1699 . PERUSE my leaves through every part , And think thou feeft my owner's heart , Scrawl'd ...
... true , That men who liv'd and dy'd without a name Are the chief heroes in the facred lift of faine . WRITTEN IN A LADY'S IVORY TABLE - BOOK , 1699 . PERUSE my leaves through every part , And think thou feeft my owner's heart , Scrawl'd ...
Side 6
... true , feven pounds , four fhillings , and fi pence , makes a great hole in my wages : Befides , as they fay , fervice is no inheritance thefe ages . Now , Mrs. Dukes , you know , and every bod understands , That though ' tis hard to ...
... true , feven pounds , four fhillings , and fi pence , makes a great hole in my wages : Befides , as they fay , fervice is no inheritance thefe ages . Now , Mrs. Dukes , you know , and every bod understands , That though ' tis hard to ...
Side 35
... true , Phobus was beautiful as you : Yet Daphne never flack'd her For wit and learning spoil'd his face . And , fince the fame refemb'ance held In gifts wherein you both excell'd , 1 fancy'd every nymph would run From you , as from ...
... true , Phobus was beautiful as you : Yet Daphne never flack'd her For wit and learning spoil'd his face . And , fince the fame refemb'ance held In gifts wherein you both excell'd , 1 fancy'd every nymph would run From you , as from ...
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Side 142 - 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 213 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 365 - To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Side 539 - Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs.
Side 23 - Now angry Somerset her vengeance vows On Swift's reproaches for her From her red locks her mouth with venom fills, And thence into the royal ear instils. The queen, incensed, his services forgot, Leaves him a victim to the vengeful Scot. Now through the realm a proclamation spread* To fix a price on his devoted head; "While, innocent, he scorns ignoble flight, His watchful friends preserve him by a sleight.
Side 512 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 509 - Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began : SECANDER. O stay thee, Agib, for my feet deny, No longer friendly to my life, to fly. Friend of my heart, O turn thee <* Trace our sad flight through all its length of way...
Side 186 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Side 367 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Side 514 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.