The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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Side 86
... fons converts both to God and fenie : Not like the paftors of thy ravenous breed , Who come to fleece the flocks , and not to feed . Wretched Ierne ! with what grief I fee The fatal changes Time hath made on thee ! The Chriftian rites I ...
... fons converts both to God and fenie : Not like the paftors of thy ravenous breed , Who come to fleece the flocks , and not to feed . Wretched Ierne ! with what grief I fee The fatal changes Time hath made on thee ! The Chriftian rites I ...
Side 147
... fons exalted thus by thee ! Nought to their fame can now be added more , Rever'd by her whom all mankind adore . ANOTHER . LEWIS the living learned fed , And rais'd the fcientific head : Our frugal Queen , to fave her meat , Exalts the ...
... fons exalted thus by thee ! Nought to their fame can now be added more , Rever'd by her whom all mankind adore . ANOTHER . LEWIS the living learned fed , And rais'd the fcientific head : Our frugal Queen , to fave her meat , Exalts the ...
Side 155
... fons of whores , Lay Grub - street at each other's doors ; Extol the Greek and Roman mafters , And curfe our modern poctasters ; Complain , as many an ancient bard did , How genius is no more rewarded ; How wrong a tafte prevails among ...
... fons of whores , Lay Grub - street at each other's doors ; Extol the Greek and Roman mafters , And curfe our modern poctasters ; Complain , as many an ancient bard did , How genius is no more rewarded ; How wrong a tafte prevails among ...
Side 169
... fons of woe ? Such one , my Nugent , was thy Swift , Endued with each exalted gift . But , lo ! the pure ethereal flame Is darken'd by a misty steam . The balm exhaufted breathes no fmell , The rofe is wither'd ere it fell . That ...
... fons of woe ? Such one , my Nugent , was thy Swift , Endued with each exalted gift . But , lo ! the pure ethereal flame Is darken'd by a misty steam . The balm exhaufted breathes no fmell , The rofe is wither'd ere it fell . That ...
Side 182
... fons of vengeance ; on hofe courfe oft Corrofive famine waits , and kills the To check this plague the fkilful farmer And blazing ftraw before his orchard baff , Till , all involv'd in smoke , the latent foc From every cranny fuffocated ...
... fons of vengeance ; on hofe courfe oft Corrofive famine waits , and kills the To check this plague the fkilful farmer And blazing ftraw before his orchard baff , Till , all involv'd in smoke , the latent foc From every cranny fuffocated ...
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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.