Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 - English poetry |
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... never can translate . Your ftyle will this through all difguifes fhew ,, For none explain more clearly than they know . He only proves he understands a text , Whofe expofition leaves it unperplex'd . They who too faithfully on names ...
... never can translate . Your ftyle will this through all difguifes fhew ,, For none explain more clearly than they know . He only proves he understands a text , Whofe expofition leaves it unperplex'd . They who too faithfully on names ...
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... never fail of found . But this is meant of even verfe alone , As being moft harmonious and most known : For if you will unequal numbers try , There accents on odd fyllables muft lie . Whatever fifter of the learned Nine Does to your ...
... never fail of found . But this is meant of even verfe alone , As being moft harmonious and most known : For if you will unequal numbers try , There accents on odd fyllables muft lie . Whatever fifter of the learned Nine Does to your ...
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... never - fading bays For I miftake , or far the greatest part Of what fome call neglect , was study's art . When Virgil feems to trifle in a line , ' Tis like a warning - piece , which gives the fig To wake your fancy , and prepare your ...
... never - fading bays For I miftake , or far the greatest part Of what fome call neglect , was study's art . When Virgil feems to trifle in a line , ' Tis like a warning - piece , which gives the fig To wake your fancy , and prepare your ...
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... never known , Till by barbarian deluges o'erflown : Subdued , undone , they did at laft obey , And change their own for their invader's way . I grant that , from fome moffy idol oak , In double rhymes our Thor and Woden spoke ; And by ...
... never known , Till by barbarian deluges o'erflown : Subdued , undone , they did at laft obey , And change their own for their invader's way . I grant that , from fome moffy idol oak , In double rhymes our Thor and Woden spoke ; And by ...
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... never name Queens , Minifters , or Kings ; Keep close to Ears , and those let affes prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing , if they bite and kick ? Out with it , Dunciad ! let the fecret pafs , That fecret to each fool , that he's an afs ...
... never name Queens , Minifters , or Kings ; Keep close to Ears , and those let affes prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing , if they bite and kick ? Out with it , Dunciad ! let the fecret pafs , That fecret to each fool , that he's an afs ...
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Page 29 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 33 - 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 55 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Page 22 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 2 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
Page 24 - Furies, death and rage!" If I approve, "Commend it to the stage.
Page 59 - An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Page 13 - As when a shepherd of the Hebrid Isles*, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Page 36 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Page 26 - And when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?