Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volúmenes1-2John Bell, 1789 |
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... lands possess'd , No fond remembrance warm'd the Parent's breast : They saw their lands for royal riot groan , And toil'd in vain for banquets , not their own ; They saw their infant Race to bondage rise , And 52 Epist . VII . ETHIC ...
... lands possess'd , No fond remembrance warm'd the Parent's breast : They saw their lands for royal riot groan , And toil'd in vain for banquets , not their own ; They saw their infant Race to bondage rise , And 52 Epist . VII . ETHIC ...
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... land , The tortur'd Hind unwillingly obeys , And mutters curses as his mite he pays ! The subtle Priest th ' invidious name forbears , Asks it for holy use or venal pray'rs ; Exhibits all their trumpery to sale , A bone , a mouldy ...
... land , The tortur'd Hind unwillingly obeys , And mutters curses as his mite he pays ! The subtle Priest th ' invidious name forbears , Asks it for holy use or venal pray'rs ; Exhibits all their trumpery to sale , A bone , a mouldy ...
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... land ; Twice were her sable bands to battle warm'd , With pardons , bulls , and texts , and murthers arm'd ; With Peter's sword and Michael's lance were sent , And whate'er stores supply'd the Church's armament . Twice did 56 Epist ...
... land ; Twice were her sable bands to battle warm'd , With pardons , bulls , and texts , and murthers arm'd ; With Peter's sword and Michael's lance were sent , And whate'er stores supply'd the Church's armament . Twice did 56 Epist ...
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... land . No nodding crest the crouching infant frights , No clarion rudely breaks the bride's delights ; Reposing sabres seek their ancient place To bristle round a gaping Gorgon's face . The wearied arms grotesquely deck the wall , And ...
... land . No nodding crest the crouching infant frights , No clarion rudely breaks the bride's delights ; Reposing sabres seek their ancient place To bristle round a gaping Gorgon's face . The wearied arms grotesquely deck the wall , And ...
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... land , In vain Affliction laid her iron hand ; Fortune , or fair or frowning , on his soul Could stamp no virtue , and no vice controul : Honor , or morals , gratitude or truth , Nor learn'd his ripen'd age , nor knew his youth ; The ...
... land , In vain Affliction laid her iron hand ; Fortune , or fair or frowning , on his soul Could stamp no virtue , and no vice controul : Honor , or morals , gratitude or truth , Nor learn'd his ripen'd age , nor knew his youth ; The ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ambition beauty Bishop Hoadly bless bless'd blest bliss boast breast charms confin'd crowd dear delight design'd divine Earl ease EPISTLE Ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fear Finedon fire flame flow folly form'd FRANCIS FAWKES give glory GOUT grace hand happy heart heav'n Hence honors hope hour Ickworth inspir'd ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE John Dolben king lady laws life's Lord Lord Hervey mankind mind Muse nature's ne'er numbers o'er Orpington Page1 pain passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure poet Poison'd pow'r praise prebendal stall pride rage rise rule sacred sage Sappho scene scorn sense shew shine shun Sir Jonathan Trelawny slave smile SOAME JENYNS soul Spleen strain sure sweet taste tell thee thou thought thro toil trembling true truth verse virtue virtue's whate'er Whilst WILLIAM MELMOTH wings wise wretch youth
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Página 106 - 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 111 - 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 118 - 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 122 - 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 128 - 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 113 - 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 128 - 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.
Página 102 - I always choose the plainest food To mend viscidity of blood. Hail! water-gruel, healing power, Of easy access to the poor ; Thy help love's confessors implore, And doctors secretly adore; To thee, I fly, by thee diluteThrough veins my blood doth quicker shoot, And by swift current throws off clean Prolific particles of Spleen.
Página 101 - 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.