Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 - English poetry |
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... waves the paffive Soane divide ; Whofe lazy waters without motion lay , While he , with eager force , urg'd his impetuous way . The privilege that ancient poets claim ,, Now turn'd to licence by too juft a name , Belongs to none but ap ...
... waves the paffive Soane divide ; Whofe lazy waters without motion lay , While he , with eager force , urg'd his impetuous way . The privilege that ancient poets claim ,, Now turn'd to licence by too juft a name , Belongs to none but ap ...
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... waves were into yvory , Or yvory into the waves were fent , And other where the fhowy fubftance fprent , With vermell - like the boyes bloud therein shed : A piteous fpectacle did reprefent ; And otherwhiles with gold besprinkeled , It ...
... waves were into yvory , Or yvory into the waves were fent , And other where the fhowy fubftance fprent , With vermell - like the boyes bloud therein shed : A piteous fpectacle did reprefent ; And otherwhiles with gold besprinkeled , It ...
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... waves one might the bottom fee , All pav'd beneath with jafper fhining bright That feem'd the fountaine in that fea did fayle upright And all the margent round about was fet With fhady lawrell - trees , thence to defend Tho funny beames ...
... waves one might the bottom fee , All pav'd beneath with jafper fhining bright That feem'd the fountaine in that fea did fayle upright And all the margent round about was fet With fhady lawrell - trees , thence to defend Tho funny beames ...
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... waves , Oft in her glafs the mufing fhepherd fpies The headlong mountains and the downward fkies ,. The wat'ry landskip of the pendant woods . And abfent trees that tremble in the floods In . In the clear azure gleam the flocks are feen ...
... waves , Oft in her glafs the mufing fhepherd fpies The headlong mountains and the downward fkies ,. The wat'ry landskip of the pendant woods . And abfent trees that tremble in the floods In . In the clear azure gleam the flocks are feen ...
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... waves with green ; Thro ' the fair scene roll flow the ling ring freams . Then foaming pour along , and rufh into the Thames . Thou , too , great father of the British floods ! With joyful pride furvey ' ft our lofty woods ; Where tow ...
... waves with green ; Thro ' the fair scene roll flow the ling ring freams . Then foaming pour along , and rufh into the Thames . Thou , too , great father of the British floods ! With joyful pride furvey ' ft our lofty woods ; Where tow ...
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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?