Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Объемы 5-6J. Bell, 1789 |
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... Taste , occa- sioned by an Epistle of Mr. Pope's on that Subject . By the Rev. Mr. Bramston 64 VII . The Wreath of Fashion , or , the Art of Sentimental Poetry . By Rich . Tickell , Esq . 76 VIII . To Sir W. Chambers , Knt . Comptroller ...
... Taste , occa- sioned by an Epistle of Mr. Pope's on that Subject . By the Rev. Mr. Bramston 64 VII . The Wreath of Fashion , or , the Art of Sentimental Poetry . By Rich . Tickell , Esq . 76 VIII . To Sir W. Chambers , Knt . Comptroller ...
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... taste the raptures of a pure delight ; You visit oft ' his awful page with care , And view that bright assemblage treasur'd there ; 20 You trace the chain that links his deep design , And pour new lustre on the glowing line . Yet deign ...
... taste the raptures of a pure delight ; You visit oft ' his awful page with care , And view that bright assemblage treasur'd there ; 20 You trace the chain that links his deep design , And pour new lustre on the glowing line . Yet deign ...
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... taste superior scorn'd the venal tribe ; Whom fear can sway , or guilty greatness bribe ; At fancy's call who rear the wanton sail , Sport with the stream , and trifle in the gale : Sublimer views thy daring spirit bound ; Thy mighty ...
... taste superior scorn'd the venal tribe ; Whom fear can sway , or guilty greatness bribe ; At fancy's call who rear the wanton sail , Sport with the stream , and trifle in the gale : Sublimer views thy daring spirit bound ; Thy mighty ...
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... taste in snuff , your judgment in a whore ; Can Balbo's eloquence applaud , and swear50 He gropes his breeches with a monarch's air . For arts like these preferr'd , admir'd , caress'd , They first invade your table , then your breast ...
... taste in snuff , your judgment in a whore ; Can Balbo's eloquence applaud , and swear50 He gropes his breeches with a monarch's air . For arts like these preferr'd , admir'd , caress'd , They first invade your table , then your breast ...
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... taste , but pow'rful mode , that bade Yon purblind , poking peer run picture mad ; With the same wonder - gaping face he stares On flat DUTCH dawbing , as on GUIDO's airs ; _10 What might his oak - crown'd manors mortgag'd gain ? Alas ...
... taste , but pow'rful mode , that bade Yon purblind , poking peer run picture mad ; With the same wonder - gaping face he stares On flat DUTCH dawbing , as on GUIDO's airs ; _10 What might his oak - crown'd manors mortgag'd gain ? Alas ...
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