Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volúmenes1-2John Bell, 1789 |
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... sweets of Grecian store Did e'er the Attic bee provide , That could a purer flavor yield , Than yields the comb this hive contains , Though cull'd from no Hesperian field , But the wild growth of Britain's plains . L LONDON : PRINTED BY ...
... sweets of Grecian store Did e'er the Attic bee provide , That could a purer flavor yield , Than yields the comb this hive contains , Though cull'd from no Hesperian field , But the wild growth of Britain's plains . L LONDON : PRINTED BY ...
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... sweet Bard ! who “ turn'dst the tuneful art , " From sound to sense , from fancy to the heart , " Thy lays instructive to the world hadst giv'n , Nor greatly justify'd the laws of heav'n . Let satire blast with every mark of haté , The ...
... sweet Bard ! who “ turn'dst the tuneful art , " From sound to sense , from fancy to the heart , " Thy lays instructive to the world hadst giv'n , Nor greatly justify'd the laws of heav'n . Let satire blast with every mark of haté , The ...
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... sweet leisure his instructive page . Not orbs he weighs , but marks , with happier skill , The scope of actions and the poise of will : In fair proportion here describ'd we trace Each mental beauty , and each moral graçe ; • Each useful ...
... sweet leisure his instructive page . Not orbs he weighs , but marks , with happier skill , The scope of actions and the poise of will : In fair proportion here describ'd we trace Each mental beauty , and each moral graçe ; • Each useful ...
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... sweet society ; Our lives like his in one smooth current flow , Nor swell'd with tempest , nor too calmly slow ... sweets ; The visionary saint no joy admits , But seeks with pious spleen fantastic woes , And for heav'n's sake heav'n's ...
... sweet society ; Our lives like his in one smooth current flow , Nor swell'd with tempest , nor too calmly slow ... sweets ; The visionary saint no joy admits , But seeks with pious spleen fantastic woes , And for heav'n's sake heav'n's ...
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... sweet variety , the same ; O'er some blest heart confirm her lasting sway , With reason sprightly , and with goodness gay . When to another Beauchamp you shall owe Those joys , that with your dawning virtues grow , In him again be born ...
... sweet variety , the same ; O'er some blest heart confirm her lasting sway , With reason sprightly , and with goodness gay . When to another Beauchamp you shall owe Those joys , that with your dawning virtues grow , In him again be born ...
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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.