Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volúmenes1-2

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John Bell, 1789

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Página 98 - That mem'ry minds not what is read, I sit in window dry as ark, And on the drowning world remark : Or to some coffee-house I stray For news, the manna of a day, And from the hipp'd...
Página 17 - The dews of the evening most carefully shun ; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Página 103 - Who vainly o'er their bondage mourn. Wisdom, before beneath their care, Pays her upbraiding visits there, And forces folly through the grate Her panegyric to repeat. This view, profusely when ihclin'd, Enters a caveat in the mind : Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence.
Página 110 - A common place, and many friends, Can serve the plagiary's ends. Whose easy vamping talent lies, First wit to pilfer, then disguise. Thus some devoid of art and skill To search the mine on Pindus...
Página 114 - Small, tight, salubrious, and my own: Two maids, that never saw the town, A serving-man not quite a clown, A boy to help to tread the mow, And drive, while t'other holds the plough; A chief, of temper form'd to please, Fit to converse, and keep the keys; And better to preserve the peace, Commission'd by the name of niece; With understandings of a size To think their master very wise. May Heaven (it's all I wish for) send One genial room to treat a friend, Where decent cup-board, little plate, Display...
Página 120 - A stranger into life*I'm come, Dying may be our going home, Transported here by angry Fate, The convicts of a prior state. Hence I no anxious thoughts bestow On matters, I can never know ; Through life's foul way, like vagrant pass'd, He'll grant a settlement at last. And with sweet ease the wearied crown, By leave to lay his being down. If doom'd to dance th...
Página 105 - And zeal, when baffled, turns to Spleen. Happy the man, who, innocent, Grieves not at ills he can't prevent ; His skiff does with the current glide, Not puffing pulled against the tide.
Página 120 - If dark and blust'ring prove some nights, Philosophy puts forth her lights ; Experience holds the cautious glass, To shun the breakers, as I pass, And frequent throws the wary lead, To see what dangers may be hid : And once in seven years I'm seen At Bath or Tunbridge, to careen.
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Página 96 - Nor mend th' alarum watch, your pulse. If I am right, your question lay, What course I take to drive away The day-mare Spleen, by whose false pleas Men prove meer suicides in ease; And how I do myself demean In stormy world to live serene.

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