Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 1-2John Bell, 1789 |
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... give Of food and cloaths , and die that we may live : Seasons but change , new pleasures to produce , And elements contend to serve our use : Love's gentle shafts , ambition's tow'ring wings , The pomps of senates , churches , courts ...
... give Of food and cloaths , and die that we may live : Seasons but change , new pleasures to produce , And elements contend to serve our use : Love's gentle shafts , ambition's tow'ring wings , The pomps of senates , churches , courts ...
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... give , With all the wealth his av'rice could receive , ' Midst outward opulence , but inward care , Reproach and want were all he left his heir . ' Tis true , the patriot well deserves his fame , And from his country just applause may ...
... give , With all the wealth his av'rice could receive , ' Midst outward opulence , but inward care , Reproach and want were all he left his heir . ' Tis true , the patriot well deserves his fame , And from his country just applause may ...
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... give true Honor ? can expence Can luxury ? or can magnificence ? Wild is the purpose , and the fruitless aim , Like a vile prostitute to bribe fair Fame ; Persuasive splendor vainly tempts her ear , And e'en all - potent gold is baffled ...
... give true Honor ? can expence Can luxury ? or can magnificence ? Wild is the purpose , and the fruitless aim , Like a vile prostitute to bribe fair Fame ; Persuasive splendor vainly tempts her ear , And e'en all - potent gold is baffled ...
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... - -That alone can give The lasting honor , and bid glory live : On Virtue's basis only fame can rise , To stand the storms of age , and reach the skies : T Arts , conquest , greatness , feel the stroke 32 Epist . V. ETHIC EPISTLES .
... - -That alone can give The lasting honor , and bid glory live : On Virtue's basis only fame can rise , To stand the storms of age , and reach the skies : T Arts , conquest , greatness , feel the stroke 32 Epist . V. ETHIC EPISTLES .
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... Give SPENSER's clear , and SHAKSPERE's noble flame ; Blaze to the skies in MILTON's ardent song , And kindle the brisk - sallying fire of YOUNG ; These gild each humble verse in modest GAY ; These give to SWIFT the keen , soul ...
... Give SPENSER's clear , and SHAKSPERE's noble flame ; Blaze to the skies in MILTON's ardent song , And kindle the brisk - sallying fire of YOUNG ; These gild each humble verse in modest GAY ; These give to SWIFT the keen , soul ...
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ambition beauty Bishop Hoadly bless bless'd blest bliss boast breast charms confin'd crowd dear delight design'd divine Earl ease EPISTLE Ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fear Finedon fire flame flow folly form'd FRANCIS FAWKES give glory GOUT grace hand happy heart heav'n Hence honors hope hour Ickworth inspir'd ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE John Dolben king lady laws life's Lord Lord Hervey mankind mind Muse nature's ne'er numbers o'er Orpington Page1 pain passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure poet Poison'd pow'r praise prebendal stall pride rage rise rule sacred sage Sappho scene scorn sense shew shine shun Sir Jonathan Trelawny slave smile SOAME JENYNS soul Spleen strain sure sweet taste tell thee thou thought thro toil trembling true truth verse virtue virtue's whate'er Whilst WILLIAM MELMOTH wings wise wretch youth
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Стр. 17 - The dews of the evening most carefully shun ; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Стр. 111 - Who vainly o'er their bondage mourn. Wisdom, before beneath their care, Pays her upbraiding visits there, And forces folly through the grate Her panegyric to repeat. This view, profusely when ihclin'd, Enters a caveat in the mind : Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence.
Стр. 118 - A common place, and many friends, Can serve the plagiary's ends. Whose easy vamping talent lies, First wit to pilfer, then disguise. Thus some devoid of art and skill To search the mine on Pindus...
Стр. 122 - Small, tight, salubrious, and my own: Two maids, that never saw the town, A serving-man not quite a clown, A boy to help to tread the mow, And drive, while t'other holds the plough; A chief, of temper form'd to please, Fit to converse, and keep the keys; And better to preserve the peace, Commission'd by the name of niece; With understandings of a size To think their master very wise. May Heaven (it's all I wish for) send One genial room to treat a friend, Where decent cup-board, little plate, Display...
Стр. 128 - A stranger into life*I'm come, Dying may be our going home, Transported here by angry Fate, The convicts of a prior state. Hence I no anxious thoughts bestow On matters, I can never know ; Through life's foul way, like vagrant pass'd, He'll grant a settlement at last. And with sweet ease the wearied crown, By leave to lay his being down. If doom'd to dance th...
Стр. 113 - And zeal, when baffled, turns to Spleen. Happy the man, who, innocent, Grieves not at ills he can't prevent ; His skiff does with the current glide, Not puffing pulled against the tide.
Стр. 128 - If dark and blust'ring prove some nights, Philosophy puts forth her lights ; Experience holds the cautious glass, To shun the breakers, as I pass, And frequent throws the wary lead, To see what dangers may be hid : And once in seven years I'm seen At Bath or Tunbridge, to careen.
Стр. 102 - I always choose the plainest food To mend viscidity of blood. Hail! water-gruel, healing power, Of easy access to the poor ; Thy help love's confessors implore, And doctors secretly adore; To thee, I fly, by thee diluteThrough veins my blood doth quicker shoot, And by swift current throws off clean Prolific particles of Spleen.
Стр. 101 - Nor mend th' alarum watch, your pulse. If I am right, your question lay, What course I take to drive away The day-mare Spleen, by whose false pleas Men prove meer suicides in ease; And how I do myself demean In stormy world to live serene.