The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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Side 12
... turn'd to architecture : He view'd the edifice , and fmil'd , Vow'd it was pretty for a child ; It was fo perfect in its kind , He kept the model in his mind . But , when he found the boys at play , And faw them dabbling in their clay ...
... turn'd to architecture : He view'd the edifice , and fmil'd , Vow'd it was pretty for a child ; It was fo perfect in its kind , He kept the model in his mind . But , when he found the boys at play , And faw them dabbling in their clay ...
Side 17
... turn of the revolving year ? Why on that brow dwell forrow and difmay , Where loves were wont to sport , and smiles to play ! { around , Phillis . Ah , Corydon furvey the ' Change Through all the ' Change no wretch like me is found ...
... turn of the revolving year ? Why on that brow dwell forrow and difmay , Where loves were wont to sport , and smiles to play ! { around , Phillis . Ah , Corydon furvey the ' Change Through all the ' Change no wretch like me is found ...
Side 18
... turning dung itself to gold ? By ftarving in the midst of store , As t'other Midas did before ? None e'er did modern ... Turn - coat , and rip up o ftories , How I always pretended to be for the Tories . I anfwer ; the Tories were in my ...
... turning dung itself to gold ? By ftarving in the midst of store , As t'other Midas did before ? None e'er did modern ... Turn - coat , and rip up o ftories , How I always pretended to be for the Tories . I anfwer ; the Tories were in my ...
Side 25
... turn . But women now feel no fuch fire , And only know the grofs defire . Their paions move in lower spheres , Where'er caprice or folly steers , A dog , a parrot , or an ape , Or fome worfe brute in human shape , gros the fancies of ...
... turn . But women now feel no fuch fire , And only know the grofs defire . Their paions move in lower spheres , Where'er caprice or folly steers , A dog , a parrot , or an ape , Or fome worfe brute in human shape , gros the fancies of ...
Side 30
... turn he never meant . Whoe'er excels in what we prize , Appears a hero in our eyes : Each girl , when pleas'd with what is taught , Will have the teacher in her thought , When Mifs delights in her spinnet , A fiddler may a fortune get ...
... turn he never meant . Whoe'er excels in what we prize , Appears a hero in our eyes : Each girl , when pleas'd with what is taught , Will have the teacher in her thought , When Mifs delights in her spinnet , A fiddler may a fortune get ...
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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.