The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill

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Página 121 - Behold the fruit of ill-rewarded pain .. As many months as I sustain'd her hate, So many years is she condemned by Fate To daily death ; and every several place, Conscious of her disdain and my disgrace, Must witness her just punishment ; and be A scene of triumph and revenge to me ! As in this grove I took my last...
Página 26 - Add, that the rich have still a gibe in store, And will be monstrous witty on the poor; For the torn surtout and the tatter'd vest, The wretch and all his wardrobe are a jest; The greasy gown sully'd with often turning, Gives a good hint to say the man's in mourning; Or if the shoe be ript, or patch is put, He's wounded ! see the plaster on his foot.
Página 8 - But oh! what joy it was to hear him sing In summer, when the day began to spring, Stretching his neck, and warbling in his throat; Solus cum sola then was all his note.
Página 159 - Still various, and unconstant still, But with an inclination to be ill, Promotes, degrades, delights in strife, And makes a lottery of life. I can enjoy her while she's kind ; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes...
Página 144 - Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand ; This was the morn when, issuing on the guard, Drawn up in rank and file they stood prepared Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Página 11 - pothecary near, I dare for once prescribe for your disease, And save long bills, and a damn'd doctor's fees.
Página 79 - For, letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Página 159 - What is't to me, Who never sail in her unfaithful sea, If storms arise and clouds grow black, If the mast split, and threaten wreck ? Then let the greedy merchant fear For his ill-gotten gain ; And pray to gods that will not hear, While the debating winds and billows bear J His wealth into the main.
Página 74 - Want is a bitter and a hateful good, Because its virtues are not understood : Yet many things, impossible to thought, Have been by need to full perfection brought : The daring of the soul proceeds from thence...
Página 66 - Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or knowing it pursue.

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