Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1803 - English poetry |
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... Death's ancient sceptre broke , the teeming tomb , The righteous Judge , and man's eternal doom . ' Twixt joy and pain I view the bold design , And ask my anxious heart if it be mine . * The Duke of Marlborough . A 10 Whatever great or ...
... Death's ancient sceptre broke , the teeming tomb , The righteous Judge , and man's eternal doom . ' Twixt joy and pain I view the bold design , And ask my anxious heart if it be mine . * The Duke of Marlborough . A 10 Whatever great or ...
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... death his dangers never cease ; His joys are joys of conquest , not of peace . If then , obsequious to the will of Fate , And bending to the terms of human state , When guilty joys invite us to their arms , When Beauty smiles , or ...
... death his dangers never cease ; His joys are joys of conquest , not of peace . If then , obsequious to the will of Fate , And bending to the terms of human state , When guilty joys invite us to their arms , When Beauty smiles , or ...
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... Death might shake his threat'ning lance in vain ! Her certain conquest would endear the fight , And danger serve but to exalt delight . Instructed thus to shun the fatal spring , Whence flow the terrors of that day I sing , More boldly ...
... Death might shake his threat'ning lance in vain ! Her certain conquest would endear the fight , And danger serve but to exalt delight . Instructed thus to shun the fatal spring , Whence flow the terrors of that day I sing , More boldly ...
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... Death led captive thro ' the realms below , And taught those horrid mysteries of woe ; Defend me , O my God ! oh , save me , Pow't Of pow'rs supreme , in that tremendous hour ! From east to west they fly , from pole to line , Imploring ...
... Death led captive thro ' the realms below , And taught those horrid mysteries of woe ; Defend me , O my God ! oh , save me , Pow't Of pow'rs supreme , in that tremendous hour ! From east to west they fly , from pole to line , Imploring ...
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... death ! to long to be dissolv'd ! From our decays a pleasure to receive ! And kindle into transport at a grave ? What equals thus ? And shall the victor now Boast the proud laurels on his loaded brow ? Religion ! oh thou cherub , heav ...
... death ! to long to be dissolv'd ! From our decays a pleasure to receive ! And kindle into transport at a grave ? What equals thus ? And shall the victor now Boast the proud laurels on his loaded brow ? Religion ! oh thou cherub , heav ...
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Page 125 - Tis greatly wise to know before we're told The melancholy news that we grow old. Autumnal Lyce carries in her face Memento mori to each public place. O how your beating breast a mistress warms Who looks through spectacles to see your charms ! While rival undertakers hover round, And with his spade the sexton marks the ground, Intent not on her own, but others' doom, She plans new conquests and defrauds the tomb.
Page 152 - One to destroy is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe ; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Page 135 - Think nought a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
Page 27 - And with strong faith foment the holy fire ! Stretch out my soul in hope, and grasp the prize, Which in eternity's deep bosom lies ! At the great day of recompense behold, Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold ! Then wafted upward to the blissful seat, From age to age, my grateful song repeat ; My light, my life, my God, my Saviour see, And rival angels in the praise of thee.
Page 133 - Thus strictly prov'd this virtuous, loving wife, Her husband's pain was dearer than her life. Anxious Melania rises to my view, Who never thinks her lover pays his due : Visit, present, treat, flatter, and adore ; Her majesty, to-morrow, calls for more. His wounded ears complaints eternal fill, As unoil'd hinges, querulously shrill. " You went last night with Celia to the ball.
Page 94 - For, lo ! Philander, of reproach afraid, In secret loves his wife, but keeps her maid. Some nymphs sell reputation ; others buy ; And love a market where the rates run high : Italian music's sweet, because 'tis dear ; Their vanity is tickled, not their ear : Their tastes would lessen, if the prices fell, And Shakespeare's wretched stuff do quite as well; Away the disenchanted fair would throng, And own that English is their mother tongue.
Page 124 - Across the room, and toss into the chair. So far their commerce with mankind is gone, They, for our manners, have exchang'd their own. The modest look, the castigated grace, The gentle movement, and slow-measur'd pace, For which her lovers died, her parents paid, Are indecorums with the modern maid.
Page 164 - With fame, in just proportion, envy grows ; The man that makes a character, makes foes : Slight, peevish insects round a genius rise, As a bright day awakes the world of flies ; With hearty malice, but with feeble wing, (To show they live) they flutter, and they sting : But as by depredations wasps proclaim The fairest fruit, so these the fairest fame.
Page 83 - Of court and town the noontide masquerade ; Where swarms of knaves the vizor quite disgrace, And hide secure behind a naked face ? Where nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind...
Page 138 - On others' fame, thro' fondness for our own. Of rank and riches proud, Cleora frowns ; For are not coronets akin to crowns ? Her greedy eye, and her sublime address, The height of avarice and pride confess.