The Works of the English Poets: Rowe; TickellH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... she finds ( though few Pity the fools , whom love or verse undo ) Whofe fond compaffion fooths her in the fin , And fets her on to venture once again . Anne Countess of Winchelsea . Sure , Sure , in the better ages of old time , 24 ...
... she finds ( though few Pity the fools , whom love or verse undo ) Whofe fond compaffion fooths her in the fin , And fets her on to venture once again . Anne Countess of Winchelsea . Sure , Sure , in the better ages of old time , 24 ...
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... She who undaunted could his raptures view , And with bold wings his facred heights purfue ; Safe through the Dithyrambic stream she steer'd , Nor the rough deep in all its dangers fear'd ; Not fo the reft , who with fuccefsless pain Th ...
... She who undaunted could his raptures view , And with bold wings his facred heights purfue ; Safe through the Dithyrambic stream she steer'd , Nor the rough deep in all its dangers fear'd ; Not fo the reft , who with fuccefsless pain Th ...
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... she should hold his back ; But now , fo age and frailty have ordain'd , By ** two at once he's forc'd to be fuftain'd , You see what failing nature brings man to ; And yet let none infult , for ought we know , She may not wear fo well ...
... she should hold his back ; But now , fo age and frailty have ordain'd , By ** two at once he's forc'd to be fuftain'd , You see what failing nature brings man to ; And yet let none infult , for ought we know , She may not wear fo well ...
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... She talk'd , and I blefs'd the dear tongue ; When the fmil'd , ' twas a pleasure too great . I liften'd , and cry'd , when fhe fung , Was nightingale ever so sweet ? How foolish was I to believe She could doat on fo lowly a clown , Or ...
... She talk'd , and I blefs'd the dear tongue ; When the fmil'd , ' twas a pleasure too great . I liften'd , and cry'd , when fhe fung , Was nightingale ever so sweet ? How foolish was I to believe She could doat on fo lowly a clown , Or ...
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... She fhews her grief in a fincerer place ! Here Nature reigns , and passion void of art ; For this road leads directly to the heart . IMITATED IN LATIN . PLORAT fata fui dum cætera turba Catonis , Ecce ! oculis ficcis Cælia fixa fedet ...
... She fhews her grief in a fincerer place ! Here Nature reigns , and passion void of art ; For this road leads directly to the heart . IMITATED IN LATIN . PLORAT fata fui dum cætera turba Catonis , Ecce ! oculis ficcis Cælia fixa fedet ...
Términos y frases comunes
Ah willow Albion arms Atreus Atrides beneath blefs bleft blood boaſt breaſt Britannia's brow charms convey'd difdain diftant divine dreadful Ev'n eyes facred faid fair fairy fame fate fceptre fcorn feas fecret fhade fhall fhore fhould fide fight filent fing fire firſt fix'd fkies flain flave fleep fome footh foul frike ftands ftill ftreams fuch fwain fweet fword Gaul gods grace hand hear heart heaven hecatomb hoft ILIAD Jove juft Kenna king lefs lov'd lyre maid mighty monarch mortal Mufe muft ne'er Neptune numbers nymph o'er once paffion Patroclus peace pleaſing pleaſure praiſe pride prince race rage raiſe rife riſe round ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand verfe vex'd virgin band vows whofe whoſe youth
Pasajes populares
Página 188 - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd, or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led, the way to Heaven...
Página 190 - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Página 51 - Ghosts.* r \ESPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
Página 124 - Broke forth the prophet without breeches. " Into what ills betray'd, by thee, This ancient kingdom do I...
Página 192 - Ah Colin! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone: Nor thou, fond maid, receive his...
Página 53 - ... nymphs of the plain, And see me laid low in the ground. The last humble boon that I crave, Is to shade me with cypress and yew ; And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. "'Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be finest at...
Página 95 - Lash'd in thy satire, the penurious cit Laughs at himself, and finds no harm in wit: From felon gamesters the raw squire is free, And Britain owes her rescued oaks to thee.
Página 108 - Bourbon's woes (hall fill the ftory'd wall ; Heirs of thy blood fhall o'er their bounteous board Fix Europe's guard, thy monumental fword ; Banners, that oft have wav'd on conquer'd walls, And trumps, that drown'd the groans of gafping Gauls.
Página 191 - Ye perjur'd swains! beware. Three times, all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring, And, shrieking at her window thrice, The raven flapp'd his wing.
Página 52 - I have skill to complain, Though the Muses my temples have crowned ; What though, when they hear my soft strain, The Virgins sit weeping around; Ah ! COLIN ! thy hopes are in vain ! Thy pipe and thy laurel resign! Thy False One inclines to a Swain, Whose music is sweeter than thine!