Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1803 - English poetry |
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... 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'nly bright ! Oh joys unmix'd , and fathomless delight ...
... 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'nly bright ! Oh joys unmix'd , and fathomless delight ...
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... is the vintage , and the conquest thinè : Thy pleasure points the shaft , and bends the bow ; " The cluster blasts , or bids it brightly glow : 350 " ' Tis thou that leadst our pow'rful armies forth iij Book 11 . THE LAST DAY .
... is the vintage , and the conquest thinè : Thy pleasure points the shaft , and bends the bow ; " The cluster blasts , or bids it brightly glow : 350 " ' Tis thou that leadst our pow'rful armies forth iij Book 11 . THE LAST DAY .
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... pleasure , and assaulting pain , " O may I pant for thee in each desire ! " 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 ...
... pleasure , and assaulting pain , " O may I pant for thee in each desire ! " 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 ...
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... fire's malignant light , " The sole refreshment of the blasted sight . " Must all those pow'rs Heav'n gave me to supply My soul with pleasure , and bring in my joy , " " Rise up in arms against me , join the 32 Book 111 . THE LAST DAY .
... fire's malignant light , " The sole refreshment of the blasted sight . " Must all those pow'rs Heav'n gave me to supply My soul with pleasure , and bring in my joy , " " Rise up in arms against me , join the 32 Book 111 . THE LAST DAY .
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... pleasures , hung on high Yon ' radiant orb , proud regent of the sky : That service done , its beams shall fade away , And God shine forth in one eternal day . End of Book Third , 320 OR VANQUISHed love . A POEM . IN TWO BOOKS Book 111 ...
... pleasures , hung on high Yon ' radiant orb , proud regent of the sky : That service done , its beams shall fade away , And God shine forth in one eternal day . End of Book Third , 320 OR VANQUISHed love . A POEM . IN TWO BOOKS Book 111 ...
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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.