Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1803 - English poetry |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 5
Page 5
Oh pow'rful blast ! to which no equal sound Did e'er the frighted ear of Nature
wound , Tho'rival clarions have been strain'd on high , And kindled wars immortal
thro ' the sky , Tho ' God's whole enginery , discharg'd , and all The rebel angels ...
Oh pow'rful blast ! to which no equal sound Did e'er the frighted ear of Nature
wound , Tho'rival clarions have been strain'd on high , And kindled wars immortal
thro ' the sky , Tho ' God's whole enginery , discharg'd , and all The rebel angels ...
Page 14
This sever d head and trunk shall join once more , Tho ' realms now rise between
, and oceans roar . The trumpet's sound each fragrant mote shall hear , Or fix'd in
earth , or if afloat in air , 40 Obey the signal wafted in the wind , And not 14 THE ...
This sever d head and trunk shall join once more , Tho ' realms now rise between
, and oceans roar . The trumpet's sound each fragrant mote shall hear , Or fix'd in
earth , or if afloat in air , 40 Obey the signal wafted in the wind , And not 14 THE ...
Page 52
... burst their noisy pride , and are no more ? " Thus the successive flows of
human race , “ Chas'd by the coming , the preceding chase ; They sound and
swell , their haughty heads they rear , " Then fall , and Ratten , break , and
disappear .
... burst their noisy pride , and are no more ? " Thus the successive flows of
human race , “ Chas'd by the coming , the preceding chase ; They sound and
swell , their haughty heads they rear , " Then fall , and Ratten , break , and
disappear .
Page 72
Those governments which curb not evils cause , And a rich knave's a libel on our
laws . 160 Belus with solid glory will be crown'd ; He buys no phantom , no vain
empty , sound ; But builds himself a name ; and , to be 72 LOVE OF FAME . Sat.I.
Those governments which curb not evils cause , And a rich knave's a libel on our
laws . 160 Belus with solid glory will be crown'd ; He buys no phantom , no vain
empty , sound ; But builds himself a name ; and , to be 72 LOVE OF FAME . Sat.I.
Page 164
Hear you that sound ? alarming sound ! Prepare to meet your fate ! One , writes
finis to our works , Is knocking at the gate . CLXXXVIII . Far'other works will soon
be weigh'd ; Far other judges sit ; Far other crowns be lost , or won , Than fire ...
Hear you that sound ? alarming sound ! Prepare to meet your fate ! One , writes
finis to our works , Is knocking at the gate . CLXXXVIII . Far'other works will soon
be weigh'd ; Far other judges sit ; Far other crowns be lost , or won , Than fire ...
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
awful bless blood boast bright Britain cause charms crown dare dark death deep divine dreadful earth eternal ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fate fear fire flame foes fool genius give glory gods grace hand head hear heart Heav'n human immortal kind kings land leave less light live look Lord mankind mean mighty mind Muse Nature night o'er once pain passion peace pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage raise reason reign rich rise round sacred Satire sense shine sight skies smile soul sound stand stars strain stream sweet thee theme things thou thought thro throne thunder Trade true turn vain virtue Volume wave wealth whole wide wind wise write Young
Popular passages
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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... Volumes 86-87 of Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill, John Hamilton Mortimer |
| Illustrated by | Thomas Stothard, John Hamilton Mortimer |
| Publisher | J. Bell, 1803 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Oct 2006 |
| Export Citation | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |