The Works of Richard Hurd, Lord Bishop of Worcester: Moral and political dialogues

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T. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand, 1811
 

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Page 148 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 187 - ... if he were taken once, then what shift, with biting, with clawing, with roaring, tossing, and tumbling, he would work to wind himself from them, and when he was loose, to shake his ears twice or thrice, with the blood and the slaver about his phisnomy, was a matter of goodly relief.
Page 160 - Enriching moisture dropp'd on every thing; Plenty he sow'd below, and cast about him light. But then (alas !) to thee alone, One of old GIDEON'S miracles was shown ; For every tree, and every herb around, With pearly dew was crown'd, And upon all the quicken'd ground The fruitful seed of heaven did brooding lye, And nothing but the Muse's fleece was dry. It did all other threats surpass When God to his own people said, (The men, whom thro...
Page 158 - A wondrous hieroglyphick robe she wore, In which all colours and all figures were, That nature or that fancy can create, That art can never imitate; And with loose pride it wanton'd in the air. In such a dress, in such a well-cloth'd dream, She us'd, of old, near fair Ismenus' stream, Pindar, her Theban favourite, to meet ; A crown was on her head, and wings were on her feet.
Page 68 - Hic subit et perfert. Aut virtus nomen inane est, Aut decus et pretium recte petit experiens vir. Coram rege suo de paupertate tacentes Plus poscente ferent ; distat sumasne pudenter An rapias.
Page 162 - Thus spake the Muse, and spake it with a smile, That seem'd at once to pity and revile : And to her thus, raising his thoughtful head, The melancholy Cowley said...
Page 115 - They were like letters cut in the bark of a young tree, which with the tree still grow proportionably. But how this love came to be produced in me so early, is a hard question : I believe I can tell the particular little chance that filled my head first with such chimes of...
Page 159 - Thou thoughtst, if once the public storm were past, All thy remaining life should sunshine be: Behold the public storm is spent at last, The sovereign...
Page 207 - I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay...
Page 159 - I resolv'd t' exalt thy' anointed Name, Among the Spiritual Lords of peaceful Fame ; Thou Changling, thou, bewitcht with noise and show, Wouldst into Courts and Cities from me go ; Wouldst see the World abroad, and have a share In all the follies, and the Tumults there, Thou would'st, forsooth, be something in a State, And business thou would'st find, and would'st Create...

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