Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 1-2John Bell, 1789 |
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... pass unheeded by ? Whom calm retirement's sacred pleasures move , The hour contemplative , or friend they love ; Yet not by spleen , or superstition led , Forbear ambition's giddy heights to tread ; Who not inglorious spend their ...
... pass unheeded by ? Whom calm retirement's sacred pleasures move , The hour contemplative , or friend they love ; Yet not by spleen , or superstition led , Forbear ambition's giddy heights to tread ; Who not inglorious spend their ...
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... passes by , Their colors fade , they wither , droop , and die . * ' Tis Virtue only that shall grow * * with time , Live through each age , and spread through every clime . See god - like patriots , gen'rous , wise , and good , Stand in ...
... passes by , Their colors fade , they wither , droop , and die . * ' Tis Virtue only that shall grow * * with time , Live through each age , and spread through every clime . See god - like patriots , gen'rous , wise , and good , Stand in ...
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... passing gales By turf - built cots in daisy - painted vales ? Who does not , Pamela , thy sufferings feel ? Who has not wept at beauteous Grisel's wheel ; And each fair Marchioness , that Gallia pours ( Exotic 40 Epist . VI . ETHIC ...
... passing gales By turf - built cots in daisy - painted vales ? Who does not , Pamela , thy sufferings feel ? Who has not wept at beauteous Grisel's wheel ; And each fair Marchioness , that Gallia pours ( Exotic 40 Epist . VI . ETHIC ...
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... pass each unburthen'd day Securely quiet , innocently gay : Lords of themselves the happy Rustics sing , Each of his little tenement the King . Twice did usurping Rome extend her hand , To reinslave the new - deliver'd land ; Twice were ...
... pass each unburthen'd day Securely quiet , innocently gay : Lords of themselves the happy Rustics sing , Each of his little tenement the King . Twice did usurping Rome extend her hand , To reinslave the new - deliver'd land ; Twice were ...
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... Pass we the pious Youth too slightly seen ; The murd'rous zeal of a weak Romish Queen : Nor with faint pencil , impotently vain , Shadow the glories of Eliza's reign , Who's still too great , though some few faults she had , To ...
... Pass we the pious Youth too slightly seen ; The murd'rous zeal of a weak Romish Queen : Nor with faint pencil , impotently vain , Shadow the glories of Eliza's reign , Who's still too great , though some few faults she had , To ...
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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. 106 - That mem'ry minds not what is read, I sit in window dry as ark, And on the drowning world remark : Or to some coffee-house I stray For news, the manna of a day, And from the hipp'd...
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.