A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - Всего страниц: 484 |
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... sense . Let them be all by thy own model made Of dulness , and desire no foreign aid ; That they to future ages may be known , IGO Not copies drawn , but issue of thy own : Nay , let thy men of wit too be the same , All full of thee ...
... sense . Let them be all by thy own model made Of dulness , and desire no foreign aid ; That they to future ages may be known , IGO Not copies drawn , but issue of thy own : Nay , let thy men of wit too be the same , All full of thee ...
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... to dulness ' tis inclined ; Which makes thy writings lean to one side still , And , in all changes , that way bends thy will . Nor let thy mountain - belly make pretence 190 Of likeness ; thine's a tympany of sense . 195 Mac - Flecknoe 7.
... to dulness ' tis inclined ; Which makes thy writings lean to one side still , And , in all changes , that way bends thy will . Nor let thy mountain - belly make pretence 190 Of likeness ; thine's a tympany of sense . 195 Mac - Flecknoe 7.
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Margaret Lynn. Of likeness ; thine's a tympany of sense . 195 A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ , But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit . Like mine , thy gentle numbers feebly creep ; Thy tragic muse gives smiles , thy comic sleep ...
Margaret Lynn. Of likeness ; thine's a tympany of sense . 195 A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ , But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit . Like mine , thy gentle numbers feebly creep ; Thy tragic muse gives smiles , thy comic sleep ...
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... Sense that shall retain Still some Spirit of the Brain , Till with Sounds like these it join . " Twill not be ! then change thy Note ; Let division shake thy Throat . Hark ! Division now she tries ; Yet as far the Muse outflies . Cease ...
... Sense that shall retain Still some Spirit of the Brain , Till with Sounds like these it join . " Twill not be ! then change thy Note ; Let division shake thy Throat . Hark ! Division now she tries ; Yet as far the Muse outflies . Cease ...
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... sense . Some few in that , but numbers err in this , Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose , Now one in verse makes many more in prose . ' Tis with our judgments as our watches , none 5 10 ...
... sense . Some few in that , but numbers err in this , Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose , Now one in verse makes many more in prose . ' Tis with our judgments as our watches , none 5 10 ...
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Стр. 85 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Стр. 323 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Стр. 254 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 322 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Стр. 253 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 325 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Стр. 326 - 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...
Стр. 318 - 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. 321 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Стр. 250 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...