The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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... fuch thing As what thofe ancient poets fing ; A fire celeftial , chafte , refin'd , Conceiv'd and kindled in the mind ; Which , having found an equal flame , Unites , and both become the fame , hdifferent breafts together burn ...
... fuch thing As what thofe ancient poets fing ; A fire celeftial , chafte , refin'd , Conceiv'd and kindled in the mind ; Which , having found an equal flame , Unites , and both become the fame , hdifferent breafts together burn ...
Side 30
... fuch godlike men . If one fhort volume could comprise All that was witty , learn'd , and wife , How would it be esteem'd and read , Although the writer long were dead ! If fuch an author were alive , How all would for his friendship ...
... fuch godlike men . If one fhort volume could comprise All that was witty , learn'd , and wife , How would it be esteem'd and read , Although the writer long were dead ! If fuch an author were alive , How all would for his friendship ...
Side 31
... fuch peculiar art , They catch the cautious , let the rash depart . Moft nets are fill'd by want of thought and care But too much thinking brings us to thy fnare ; Where , held by thee , in lavery we stay , And throw the pleafing part ...
... fuch peculiar art , They catch the cautious , let the rash depart . Moft nets are fill'd by want of thought and care But too much thinking brings us to thy fnare ; Where , held by thee , in lavery we stay , And throw the pleafing part ...
Side 34
... fuch poor fouls as you and I Say that the holidays are drawing nigh , And that to - morrow's fun begins the week , Which will abound with ftore of ale and cake , With hams of bacon , and with powder'd beef , Stuff'd to give field ...
... fuch poor fouls as you and I Say that the holidays are drawing nigh , And that to - morrow's fun begins the week , Which will abound with ftore of ale and cake , With hams of bacon , and with powder'd beef , Stuff'd to give field ...
Side 40
... fuch a form an angel's mind ; And every virtue now fupplies The fainting rays of Stella's eyes . See at her levee crowding fwains , Whom Stella freely entertains With breeding , humour , wit , and sense ; And puts them but to fmall ...
... fuch a form an angel's mind ; And every virtue now fupplies The fainting rays of Stella's eyes . See at her levee crowding fwains , Whom Stella freely entertains With breeding , humour , wit , and sense ; And puts them but to fmall ...
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ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath blefs bleft breaft breath charms Dean dear death defcends defire delight divine dreft earth Eclogues erft Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fave fcene fecret feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fhow fide filk fing firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep fmiling foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftand ftill ftrain ftream fubject fuch fure fweet fwell glory grace heart heaven himſelf honour juft king laft laſt lefs loft Lord mind moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er never numbers nymph o'er paffion pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poet praife praiſe pride profe rage reafon reft reign rife rofe round ſcene ſhall ſkies ſky ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand toil verfe virtue whofe whoſe wife youth
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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.