Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volúmenes1-2John Bell, 1789 |
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... breast , Say where the glories of the sacred Nine ? Where Homer's verse sublime , or , Milton , thine ? Nor thou , sweet Bard ! who " turn'dst the tuneful art , " From sound to sense , from fancy to the heart , " Thy lays instructive to ...
... breast , Say where the glories of the sacred Nine ? Where Homer's verse sublime , or , Milton , thine ? Nor thou , sweet Bard ! who " turn'dst the tuneful art , " From sound to sense , from fancy to the heart , " Thy lays instructive to ...
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... breast . See him in senates act the patriot's part , Truth on his lips , the public at his heart ; There neither fears can awe , nor hopes controul , The honest purpose of his steady soul . No mean attachments e'er seduc'd his tongue_80 ...
... breast . See him in senates act the patriot's part , Truth on his lips , the public at his heart ; There neither fears can awe , nor hopes controul , The honest purpose of his steady soul . No mean attachments e'er seduc'd his tongue_80 ...
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... breast , But thousand fancied ills his peace molest ; The slightest trifles solid sorrows prove , And the long ling'ring wheel of life scarce seems to move . Useless in business , yet unfit for ease , 210 Nor skill'd to mend mankind ...
... breast , But thousand fancied ills his peace molest ; The slightest trifles solid sorrows prove , And the long ling'ring wheel of life scarce seems to move . Useless in business , yet unfit for ease , 210 Nor skill'd to mend mankind ...
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... breast , 20 With all that whim or ign'rance can suggest . In vain for him kind nature pours her sweets ; The visionary saint no joy admits , But seeks with pious spleen fantastic woes , And for heav'n's sake heav'n's offer'd good ...
... breast , 20 With all that whim or ign'rance can suggest . In vain for him kind nature pours her sweets ; The visionary saint no joy admits , But seeks with pious spleen fantastic woes , And for heav'n's sake heav'n's offer'd good ...
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... some cool retreat I walk alone : - ' tis then in thought I view Some sage of old ; ' tis then I think of you ; Whose breast no tyrant passions ever seize , No pulse Life Burthensome, because we know not how to use By Edward Rolle, B D.
... some cool retreat I walk alone : - ' tis then in thought I view Some sage of old ; ' tis then I think of you ; Whose breast no tyrant passions ever seize , No pulse Life Burthensome, because we know not how to use By Edward Rolle, B D.
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bard beauty Bishop Hoadly bless blest bliss boast breast charms CHRISTOPHER PITT confin'd crowd dear delight design'd diff'rent divine dull Earl ease EPISTLE Ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fear Finedon fire flame folly form'd FRANCIS FAWKES give glory gout grace hand happy heart heav'n Hence honor hope Horace hour inchiriation inspir'd ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE JOHN DOLBEN JOHN HAWKESWORTH king lady laws life's Lord Lord Hervey mankind mind Muse nature's ne'er numbers o'er pain passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure poet Poison'd pow'r praise pride rage rhyme rise sacred sage Sappho scene scorn sense shade shew shine shun slave smile SOAME JENYNS song soul Spleen sure sweet taste teach tell thee thou thought thro toil trembling true truth verse Virtue virtue's VISCOUNT PULTENEY whate'er Whilst WILLIAM MELMOTH wise wretch youth
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Página 148 - 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 150 - By reason quell'd, was forc'd to yield. This nurse of arts, and freedom's fence To chain, is treason against sense ; And, Liberty, thy thousand tongues None silence, who design no wrongs ; For those, who use the gag's restraint, First rob, before they stop complaint.
Página 157 - ... goddess, in what happy place Mortals behold thy blooming face ; Thy gracious auspices impart, And for thy temple choose my heart. They, whom thou deignest to inspire, Thy science learn, to bound desire ; By happy...
Página 144 - I'm quite undone ; And han% by vent'ring on a wife, Yet run the greatest risk in life. Mothers, and guardian aunts, forbear Your impious pains to form the fair, Nor lay out so much cost and art, But to deflow'r the virgin heart ; Of every folly-fost'ring bed By quick'ning heat of custom bred. Rather than by your culture spoil' d, Desist, and give us nature wild, Delighted with a hoyden soul, Which truth and innocence control.
Página 150 - I hate. And bite not at projector's bait. Sufficient wrecks appear each day, And yet fresh fools are cast away. Ere well the bubbled can turn round...
Página 38 - As it pleases your mind to your health 'twill redound. After dinner two glasses at least, I approve; Name the first to the King, and the last to your love: Thus cheerful, with wisdom, with innocence, gay, And calm with your joys, gently glide through the day.
Página 159 - Till old Silenus puts them out. There see the clover, pea, and bean, Vie in variety of green ; Fresh pastures speckled o'er with sheep, Brown fields their fallow sabbaths keep, Plump Ceres golden tresses wear, And poppy topknots deck her hair, And silver streams through meadows stray, And Naiads on the margin play, And lesser nymphs on side of hills From plaything urns pour down the rills.
Página 159 - Here stillness, height, and solemn shade Invite, and contemplation aid : Here nymphs from hollow oaks relate The dark decrees and will of fate, And dreams beneath the spreading beech Inspire, and docile fancy teach ; While soft as breezy breath of wind, Impulses rustle through the mind : Here Dryads, scorning Phoebus' ray, While Pan melodious pipes away, In measured motions frisk about, Till old Silenus puts them out.
Página 138 - To cure the mind's wrong bias, Spleen ; Some recommend the bowling-green ; Some, hilly walks ; all, exercise ; Fling but a stone, the giant dies. Laugh and be well. Monkeys have been Extreme good doctors for the Spleen ; And kitten, if the humour hit, Has harlequin'd away the fit.
Página 159 - I enjoy a calm through life ; See faction, safe in low degree, As men at land see storms at sea, And laugh at miserable elves Not kind, so much as to themselves...