The Works of the British Poets, Volumen 8John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 páginas |
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... lives to correct and finish their works for pofterity . If we can pretend to have used the fame induftry , let us ... live : One may be afhamed to confume half one's days in bringing fenfe and rhyme together ; and what critic can be ...
... lives to correct and finish their works for pofterity . If we can pretend to have used the fame induftry , let us ... live : One may be afhamed to confume half one's days in bringing fenfe and rhyme together ; and what critic can be ...
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... live . A man that can expect but fixty years , may be afhamed to employ thirty in meafuring fyllables , and bring- ing fenfe and rhyme together . We fpend our youth in purfuit of riches or fame , in hopes to en- joy them when we are old ...
... live . A man that can expect but fixty years , may be afhamed to employ thirty in meafuring fyllables , and bring- ing fenfe and rhyme together . We fpend our youth in purfuit of riches or fame , in hopes to en- joy them when we are old ...
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... lives as long as fools are pleas'd to laugh . Some , valuing those of their own fide or mind , Still make themselves ... live betimes . No longer now that golden age appears , When patriarch - wits furviv'd a thousand years : Now length ...
... lives as long as fools are pleas'd to laugh . Some , valuing those of their own fide or mind , Still make themselves ... live betimes . No longer now that golden age appears , When patriarch - wits furviv'd a thousand years : Now length ...
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... Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold : For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage , Commanding tears to stream through every age ; Tyrants no more their favage nature kept , And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept . 尊 ...
... Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold : For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage , Commanding tears to stream through every age ; Tyrants no more their favage nature kept , And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept . 尊 ...
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... live . Now by the Nine , those powers ador'd by me , And Love , the god that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ... lives , he cries Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , My woes ...
... live . Now by the Nine , those powers ador'd by me , And Love , the god that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ... lives , he cries Stung with my love , and furious with despair , All torn my garments , and my bofom bare , My woes ...
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Página 100 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Página 43 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Página 99 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Página 151 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry: Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Página 102 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Página 43 - Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Página 94 - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
Página 121 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Página 98 - Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace. Condition, circumstance is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or in king ; In who obtain defence, or who defend ; In him who is, or him who finds a friend...
Página 112 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!