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It may be remarked , lastly , of Waller , that there is no passion in his love verses ;
and that one elegy of Tibullus , so well imitated by Hammond , excels a volume of
the most refined panegyric . The next imitation is of COWLEY , in two pieces ...
It may be remarked , lastly , of Waller , that there is no passion in his love verses ;
and that one elegy of Tibullus , so well imitated by Hammond , excels a volume of
the most refined panegyric . The next imitation is of COWLEY , in two pieces ...
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Sir John SUCKLING was robbed by his Valet - de - Chambre : the moment he
discovered it , he clapped on his boots in a passionate hurry , and perceived not
a large rusty nail that was concealed at the bottom , which pierced his heel , and
...
Sir John SUCKLING was robbed by his Valet - de - Chambre : the moment he
discovered it , he clapped on his boots in a passionate hurry , and perceived not
a large rusty nail that was concealed at the bottom , which pierced his heel , and
...
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Vice is the act of man , by passion tost , And in the shoreless sea of Folly lost ; But
thou what vice disorders canst compose , And profit by the malice of thy foes ; So
blending good with evil , fair with foul , As thence to model one harmonious ...
Vice is the act of man , by passion tost , And in the shoreless sea of Folly lost ; But
thou what vice disorders canst compose , And profit by the malice of thy foes ; So
blending good with evil , fair with foul , As thence to model one harmonious ...
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... quare non quan . tum quisque prosit , sed quanti quisque sit , ponderandum
est : pręsertim cum pauci pingere egregie * Hutcheson's Nature and Conduct of
the Passions , page . gič possint aut fingere , operarii autem aut bajuli deesse
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... quare non quan . tum quisque prosit , sed quanti quisque sit , ponderandum
est : pręsertim cum pauci pingere egregie * Hutcheson's Nature and Conduct of
the Passions , page . gič possint aut fingere , operarii autem aut bajuli deesse
174 ...
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Passions , tho ' selfish , if their means be fair , List under Reason , and deserve
her care ; Those , that imparted , court a nobler aim , Exalt their kind , and take
some virtue's name . We find an f obscurity in these lines , arising from the use of
the ...
Passions , tho ' selfish , if their means be fair , List under Reason , and deserve
her care ; Those , that imparted , court a nobler aim , Exalt their kind , and take
some virtue's name . We find an f obscurity in these lines , arising from the use of
the ...
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Page 236 - Peace to all such ! but were there One whose fires True Genius kindles, and fair Fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Page 77 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Page 111 - Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly ; That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'J In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good.
Page 64 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 249 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks, Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Page 180 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Page 59 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 205 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 287 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Page 94 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flowery lawn: Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.