Poemsauthor, 1762 - 277 páginas |
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Página 68
... thro ' all his bofom ran , He lost the Actor , and commenc'd the Man : Profest the faith , his pagan gods denied , And what he acted then , he after died . The Player's province they but vainly try , Who want these pow'rs , Deportment ...
... thro ' all his bofom ran , He lost the Actor , and commenc'd the Man : Profest the faith , his pagan gods denied , And what he acted then , he after died . The Player's province they but vainly try , Who want these pow'rs , Deportment ...
Página 84
... thro ' the croud , Which flood obfequiously , and bow'd , To keep the fashion up of tipping , Dropt in each hand a golden pippin . But there's a difference indeed " Twixt ancient bards and modern breed . Tho ' poet known , in Roman days ...
... thro ' the croud , Which flood obfequiously , and bow'd , To keep the fashion up of tipping , Dropt in each hand a golden pippin . But there's a difference indeed " Twixt ancient bards and modern breed . Tho ' poet known , in Roman days ...
Página 110
... thro ' the defert air ; By help mechanick of Equestrian Block , Yet fhall he mount , with claffick housings grac'd , And , all unheedful of the Critick Mock , Drive his light Courfer o'er the bounds of Taste . ODE ODE to OBLIVION . I ...
... thro ' the defert air ; By help mechanick of Equestrian Block , Yet fhall he mount , with claffick housings grac'd , And , all unheedful of the Critick Mock , Drive his light Courfer o'er the bounds of Taste . ODE ODE to OBLIVION . I ...
Página 113
... thro ' the Nine , like whelps of currish kind , Scarcely it lives , weak , impotent , and blind . Sacred to Thee the Crambo Rhime , The motley forms of Pantomime : For Thee from Eunuch's throat ftill loves to flow The foothing sadness ...
... thro ' the Nine , like whelps of currish kind , Scarcely it lives , weak , impotent , and blind . Sacred to Thee the Crambo Rhime , The motley forms of Pantomime : For Thee from Eunuch's throat ftill loves to flow The foothing sadness ...
Página 135
... thro ' law's maze , without a clue , to range , From Second Vernon down to fecond Strange . Do Thou uplift thine eyes to happier wits ! Dulness no longer on the woolpack fits ; No longer on the drawling dronish herd Are the first ...
... thro ' law's maze , without a clue , to range , From Second Vernon down to fecond Strange . Do Thou uplift thine eyes to happier wits ! Dulness no longer on the woolpack fits ; No longer on the drawling dronish herd Are the first ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 239 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 257 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Página 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Página 241 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Página 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Página 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Página 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...