Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1796 - English poetry |
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... lost Galanthis sighs , When the fair consort of her son replies ; " Since you a servant's ravish'd form bemoan , And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own , Let me ( if tears and grief permit ) relate A nearer woe , a sister's stranger ...
... lost Galanthis sighs , When the fair consort of her son replies ; " Since you a servant's ravish'd form bemoan , And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own , Let me ( if tears and grief permit ) relate A nearer woe , a sister's stranger ...
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... lost within the tree ; Yet latent life thro ' her new branches reign'd , And long the plant a human heat retain'd . " Plura loqui nequeo . nam jam per candida mollis Colla liber serpit , summoque cacumine condor . Ex oculis removete ...
... lost within the tree ; Yet latent life thro ' her new branches reign'd , And long the plant a human heat retain'd . " Plura loqui nequeo . nam jam per candida mollis Colla liber serpit , summoque cacumine condor . Ex oculis removete ...
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... Lost in the maze of words he turns again , And seeks a surer state , and courts thy gentle reign . VI . A ficted Sense thou kindly dost set free , Opress'd with argumental tyranny , And reted Reason finds a safe retreat in thee . VII ...
... Lost in the maze of words he turns again , And seeks a surer state , and courts thy gentle reign . VI . A ficted Sense thou kindly dost set free , Opress'd with argumental tyranny , And reted Reason finds a safe retreat in thee . VII ...
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... Lost the arch'd eyebrow , or Parnassian sneer ? And has not Colly still his lord , and whore ? His butchers Henley , his free - masons Moore ? Does not one table Bavius still admit ? Still to one bishop Philips seem a wit ? 90 95 100 ...
... Lost the arch'd eyebrow , or Parnassian sneer ? And has not Colly still his lord , and whore ? His butchers Henley , his free - masons Moore ? Does not one table Bavius still admit ? Still to one bishop Philips seem a wit ? 90 95 100 ...
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... lost bank - bill , or heard their son was drown'd ) At such a feast , 5 old vinegar to spare , Is what two souls so gen'rous cannot bear : Oil , tho ' it stink , they drop by drop impart , But souse the cabbage with a bounteous heart ...
... lost bank - bill , or heard their son was drown'd ) At such a feast , 5 old vinegar to spare , Is what two souls so gen'rous cannot bear : Oil , tho ' it stink , they drop by drop impart , But souse the cabbage with a bounteous heart ...
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Page 32 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 213 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 36 - So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks, Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 48 - ... for half a year or more, the common newspapers, in most of which they had some property, as being hired writers, were filled with the most abusive falsehoods and scurrilities they could possibly devise...
Page 32 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 197 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Page 39 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Page 35 - Tis all in vain, deny it as I will: 'No, such a genius never can lie still'; And then for mine obligingly mistakes The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo makes.
Page 27 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Page 33 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ! Who would not weep, if Atticus were he...