Miscellaneous poemsArchibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; White, Cochrane, and Company and Gale, Curtis, and Fenner, London; and John Cumming, Dublin., 1814 |
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... thee here ! With how undecent clouds are overcast Thy looks , when every cause of grief is past ! Unworthy the glad tidings which I bring , Listen while the Muse thus teaches thee to sing : As parent earth , burst by imprison'd winds ...
... thee here ! With how undecent clouds are overcast Thy looks , when every cause of grief is past ! Unworthy the glad tidings which I bring , Listen while the Muse thus teaches thee to sing : As parent earth , burst by imprison'd winds ...
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... thee to wreak the tribute when I rail ; Fool's commonplace thou art , their weak enscon- cing fort , ; Th ' appeal of dulness in the last resort : Heaven with a parent's eye regarding earth , Deals out to man the planet of his birth ...
... thee to wreak the tribute when I rail ; Fool's commonplace thou art , their weak enscon- cing fort , ; Th ' appeal of dulness in the last resort : Heaven with a parent's eye regarding earth , Deals out to man the planet of his birth ...
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... thee I owe that fatal bent of mind , Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclin'd ; To thee , what oft I vainly strive to hide , That scorn of fools , by fools mistook for pride ; From thee whatever virtue takes its rise , Grows a ...
... thee I owe that fatal bent of mind , Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclin'd ; To thee , what oft I vainly strive to hide , That scorn of fools , by fools mistook for pride ; From thee whatever virtue takes its rise , Grows a ...
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... thee long , And be thou negligent of fame ; With every Muse to grace thy song , May'st thou despise a poet's name ! Of modest poets thou be first ; To silent shades repeat thy verse , Till Fame and Echo almost burst , Yet hardly dare ...
... thee long , And be thou negligent of fame ; With every Muse to grace thy song , May'st thou despise a poet's name ! Of modest poets thou be first ; To silent shades repeat thy verse , Till Fame and Echo almost burst , Yet hardly dare ...
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... thee like a snail : Or , harness'd to a nag , at ease Take journies in it like a chaise ; Or in a boat whene'er thou wilt , Canst make it serve thee for a tilt ! Capacious house ! ' tis own'd by all * Thou'rt well contriv'd , though ...
... thee like a snail : Or , harness'd to a nag , at ease Take journies in it like a chaise ; Or in a boat whene'er thou wilt , Canst make it serve thee for a tilt ! Capacious house ! ' tis own'd by all * Thou'rt well contriv'd , though ...
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Стр. 335 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, " I'm sorry — but we all must die...
Стр. 338 - Without regarding private ends, Spent all his credit for his friends ; And only chose the wise and good ; No flatterers ; no allies in blood : But succour'd virtue in distress, And seldom fail'd of good success ; As numbers in their hearts must own, Who, but for him, had been unknown.
Стр. 299 - As jEsop would the world persuade ; He better understands his trade : Nor comes whene'er his lady whistles, But carries loads, and feeds on thistles. Our author's meaning, I presume, is A creature bipes et implumis ; Wherein the moralist design'd A compliment on human kind ; For here he owns, that now and then Beasts may degenerate into men.
Стр. 339 - LIBERTY was all his cry; for her he stood prepar'd to die; for her he boldly stood alone; for her he oft" expos'd his own. Two kingdoms, just as faction led, had set a price upon his head ; but not a traitor could be found, to sell him for six hundred pound. Had he...
Стр. 331 - Behold the fatal day arrive! How is the Dean? He's just alive. Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead.
Стр. 470 - As fine as daubers' hands can make it, In hopes that strangers may mistake it, We think it both a shame and sin To quit the true old Angel Inn.
Стр. 54 - Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do you know what a Loss I have had? Nay, said she, my Lord Col/way's Folks are all very sad; For my Lord Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail; Pugh! said I, but that's not the Business that I ail.
Стр. 84 - No hurt shall come to you or yours : Uut for that pack of churlish boors, Not fit to live on Christian ground, They and their houses shall be drown'd; While you shall see your cottage rise, And grow a church before your eyes.
Стр. 88 - what's this you tell us? I hope you don't believe me jealous! But yet, methinks, I feel it true, And really yours is budding too — Nay, — now I cannot stir my foot; It feels as if 'twere taking root.
Стр. 297 - Though hard to find in every case The fittest man to fill a place: His promises he ne'er forgot, But took memorials on the spot; His enemies, for want of charity, Said, he affected popularity: 'Tis true, the people understood, That all he did was for their good; Their kind affections he has tried; No love is lost on either side.