Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 1-2John Bell, 1789 |
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... tell ) , What Virtue is , who practise it so well ; Say , where inhabits this Sultana queen ; Prais'd and ador'd by all , but rarely seen ? By what sure marks her essence can we trace , When each religion , faction , age , and place ...
... tell ) , What Virtue is , who practise it so well ; Say , where inhabits this Sultana queen ; Prais'd and ador'd by all , but rarely seen ? By what sure marks her essence can we trace , When each religion , faction , age , and place ...
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... tell To distant ages how the patriot fell : Blest youth ! insur'd the sweetest voice of praise , Who lives approv'd in Pope's unrivall❜d lays . Grave precepts fleeting notions may impart , But bright example Epist . II . 11 ETHIC ...
... tell To distant ages how the patriot fell : Blest youth ! insur'd the sweetest voice of praise , Who lives approv'd in Pope's unrivall❜d lays . Grave precepts fleeting notions may impart , But bright example Epist . II . 11 ETHIC ...
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... Record the tyrant's greatness ; tell his name ; No more : -The treacherous brick and mould'ring stone Are sunk in dust : the boasting title gone ; Pride's trophies swept by Time's devouring flood ; Th ' Epist . V. 29 ETHIC EPISTLES .
... Record the tyrant's greatness ; tell his name ; No more : -The treacherous brick and mould'ring stone Are sunk in dust : the boasting title gone ; Pride's trophies swept by Time's devouring flood ; Th ' Epist . V. 29 ETHIC EPISTLES .
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... tell where once they stood . But could they rival Nature , Time defy , Yet what record but Vice or Vanity ? His the true glory , though his name unknown , Who taught the arch to swell ; to rise , the stone ; Not his , whose wild command ...
... tell where once they stood . But could they rival Nature , Time defy , Yet what record but Vice or Vanity ? His the true glory , though his name unknown , Who taught the arch to swell ; to rise , the stone ; Not his , whose wild command ...
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... Tell us , ye names , preserv'd from Charles's times In dedication prose , heroic rhymes ; Would ye not now , with equal joy resign ( Though taught to flow in Dryden's strain divine ) The awkward virtues never meant to fit , The alien ...
... Tell us , ye names , preserv'd from Charles's times In dedication prose , heroic rhymes ; Would ye not now , with equal joy resign ( Though taught to flow in Dryden's strain divine ) The awkward virtues never meant to fit , The alien ...
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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. 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.