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Robert Lloyd. " With critics round him chaste and terse , " To give a plaudit to his verse ! " Latin , I grant , shews college breeding , And some school - common - place of reading . But has in Moderns fmall pretenfion To real wit or ...
Robert Lloyd. " With critics round him chaste and terse , " To give a plaudit to his verse ! " Latin , I grant , shews college breeding , And some school - common - place of reading . But has in Moderns fmall pretenfion To real wit or ...
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... Booth's nervous tone ? In them ' twas natural , ' twas all their own . A Garrick's genius must our wonder raise , But gives his mimic no reflected praise . K Thrice Thrice happy Genius , whofe unrival'd name , Shall live [ 65 ]
... Booth's nervous tone ? In them ' twas natural , ' twas all their own . A Garrick's genius must our wonder raise , But gives his mimic no reflected praise . K Thrice Thrice happy Genius , whofe unrival'd name , Shall live [ 65 ]
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... gives her flowrets round , And with her ftraws fantastic ftrews the ground , In vain now fings , now heaves the defp'rate figh , If phrenzy fit not in the troubled eye . In Cibber's look commanding forrows speak , And call the In [ 74 ] ...
... gives her flowrets round , And with her ftraws fantastic ftrews the ground , In vain now fings , now heaves the defp'rate figh , If phrenzy fit not in the troubled eye . In Cibber's look commanding forrows speak , And call the In [ 74 ] ...
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... gives settled things , Black wigs to murd'rers , feather'd hats to kings . But Michael Caffio might be drunk enough , Tho ' all his features were not grim'd with snuff . Why fhou'd Pol Peachum shine in satin cloaths ? Why ev'ry devil ...
... gives settled things , Black wigs to murd'rers , feather'd hats to kings . But Michael Caffio might be drunk enough , Tho ' all his features were not grim'd with snuff . Why fhou'd Pol Peachum shine in satin cloaths ? Why ev'ry devil ...
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... give to nature all the force of art , And while it charms the ear to mend the heart . Thornton , to thee , I dare with truth commend , The decent stage as virtue's natural friend . Tho ' oft debas'd with fcenes profane and loose , No ...
... give to nature all the force of art , And while it charms the ear to mend the heart . Thornton , to thee , I dare with truth commend , The decent stage as virtue's natural friend . Tho ' oft debas'd with fcenes profane and loose , No ...
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Стр. 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Стр. 241 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Стр. 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Стр. 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Стр. 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Стр. 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Стр. 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...