Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 - English poetry |
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... rage . Of many faults rhyme is perhaps the cause ; Too ftrict to rhyme , we flight more useful laws : For that , in Greece or Rome , was never known , Till by barbarian deluges o'erflown : Subdued , undone , they did at laft obey , And ...
... rage . Of many faults rhyme is perhaps the cause ; Too ftrict to rhyme , we flight more useful laws : For that , in Greece or Rome , was never known , Till by barbarian deluges o'erflown : Subdued , undone , they did at laft obey , And ...
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... rage ! ' If I approve , Commend it to the Stage . ' There ( thank my flars ) my whole commiffion ends , The players and I are luckily , no friends . Fir'd that the house reject him , ' Sdeath I'll print it , And fhame the fools - Your ...
... rage ! ' If I approve , Commend it to the Stage . ' There ( thank my flars ) my whole commiffion ends , The players and I are luckily , no friends . Fir'd that the house reject him , ' Sdeath I'll print it , And fhame the fools - Your ...
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... rage , I gave them but their due . A man's true merit ' tis not hard to find ; But each man's fecret flandard in his mind , That cafting - weight pride adds to emptiness , This who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The Bard whom pilfer ...
... rage , I gave them but their due . A man's true merit ' tis not hard to find ; But each man's fecret flandard in his mind , That cafting - weight pride adds to emptiness , This who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The Bard whom pilfer ...
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... rage , The good man walk'd innoxious thro ' his age . No Courts he faw , no fuits would ever try , Nor dar'd an Oath , nor hazarded a Lye , Unlearn'd , he knew no schoolman's fubtle art , No language but the language of the heart . By ...
... rage , The good man walk'd innoxious thro ' his age . No Courts he faw , no fuits would ever try , Nor dar'd an Oath , nor hazarded a Lye , Unlearn'd , he knew no schoolman's fubtle art , No language but the language of the heart . By ...
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... rage : But were his verses vile , his whisper base , You'd quickly find him in Lord Fanny's cafe , Sejanus , Wolfey , hurt not honeft Fleury ; But well may put some statesman in a fury . Laugh then at any but at fools or foes ; Thefe ...
... rage : But were his verses vile , his whisper base , You'd quickly find him in Lord Fanny's cafe , Sejanus , Wolfey , hurt not honeft Fleury ; But well may put some statesman in a fury . Laugh then at any but at fools or foes ; Thefe ...
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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?