Retaliation: a poem. To which is added, some account of the life of the author, Том 11774 |
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... must own , whenever I attempted to entertain perfons of a higher rank , they always thought my performance odious , and never made me any return for my en- deavours to please them . ' On his arrival at Geneva , he was recommended as a ...
... must own , whenever I attempted to entertain perfons of a higher rank , they always thought my performance odious , and never made me any return for my en- deavours to please them . ' On his arrival at Geneva , he was recommended as a ...
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... must sigh at , Alas , that fuch frolic fhould now be so quiet ! What fpirits were his , what wit and what whim , ( q ) Now breaking a jeft , and now breaking a limb ; ( p ) Vide Page 6 . Now ( 2 ) Mr. Richard Burke ; vide page 6. This ...
... must sigh at , Alas , that fuch frolic fhould now be so quiet ! What fpirits were his , what wit and what whim , ( q ) Now breaking a jeft , and now breaking a limb ; ( p ) Vide Page 6 . Now ( 2 ) Mr. Richard Burke ; vide page 6. This ...
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... must allow him good - nature : He cherish'd his friend , and he relish'd a bumper ; Yet one fault he had , and that one was a thumper : Perhaps you may ask if the man was a mifer ? I answer , no , no , for he always was wiser ; Too ...
... must allow him good - nature : He cherish'd his friend , and he relish'd a bumper ; Yet one fault he had , and that one was a thumper : Perhaps you may ask if the man was a mifer ? I answer , no , no , for he always was wiser ; Too ...
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... must be allowed , by thofe who have been witneffes of such a scene , to be as happily given upon paper , as that great Artist himself , perhaps , could have exhibited upon canvas . POSTSCRIPT . AFTE FTER the Fourth Edition of this Poem ...
... must be allowed , by thofe who have been witneffes of such a scene , to be as happily given upon paper , as that great Artist himself , perhaps , could have exhibited upon canvas . POSTSCRIPT . AFTE FTER the Fourth Edition of this Poem ...
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... must be indulged at prefent in following my affections . The only dedication I ever made was to my brother , because I loved him better than most other men . He is fince dead .. Permit me to infcribe this Poem to you . How How far you ...
... must be indulged at prefent in following my affections . The only dedication I ever made was to my brother , because I loved him better than most other men . He is fince dead .. Permit me to infcribe this Poem to you . How How far you ...
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Стр. 11 - The village master taught his little school: A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Стр. 18 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Стр. 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Стр. 9 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Стр. 10 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Стр. 20 - The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms. With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, And...
Стр. 11 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Стр. 4 - Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
Стр. 5 - Lived in each look, and brightened all the green, These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more. Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power.
Стр. 14 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...