Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volumes 5-6J. Bell, 1789 - English poetry |
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... write , As foplings grin to show their teeth are white : To brand a doubtful folly with a smile , Or madly blaze unknown defects , is vile : ' Tis doubly vile , when but to prove your art , You fix an arrow in a blameless heart . O lost ...
... write , As foplings grin to show their teeth are white : To brand a doubtful folly with a smile , Or madly blaze unknown defects , is vile : ' Tis doubly vile , when but to prove your art , You fix an arrow in a blameless heart . O lost ...
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... write , Not what was once , but what is now polite . Those who of courtly France have made the tour , Can scarce our English aukwardness endure . But honest men who never were abroad , Like England only , and its Taste applaud . Strife ...
... write , Not what was once , but what is now polite . Those who of courtly France have made the tour , Can scarce our English aukwardness endure . But honest men who never were abroad , Like England only , and its Taste applaud . Strife ...
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... Writing , ne'er cramp'd the sinews of my thumb , Nor barbarous birch e'er brush'd my tender bum . My guts ne'er suffer'd from a college cook , My name ne'er enter'd in a buttery - book . Grammar in vain the sons of Priscian teach , Good ...
... Writing , ne'er cramp'd the sinews of my thumb , Nor barbarous birch e'er brush'd my tender bum . My guts ne'er suffer'd from a college cook , My name ne'er enter'd in a buttery - book . Grammar in vain the sons of Priscian teach , Good ...
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... write blank ; but know that for that reason , These lines shall live when thine are out of season , Rhyme binds and beautifies the poet's lays , As London ladies owe their shape to stays . Had Cibber's self the Careless Husband wrote ...
... write blank ; but know that for that reason , These lines shall live when thine are out of season , Rhyme binds and beautifies the poet's lays , As London ladies owe their shape to stays . Had Cibber's self the Careless Husband wrote ...
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... writes , or Roberts prints . I know the town , all houses I have seen , From High - Park corner down to Bednal - Green . Sure wretched Wren was taught by bungling Jones , To murder mortar , and disfigure stones ! Who in Whitehall can ...
... writes , or Roberts prints . I know the town , all houses I have seen , From High - Park corner down to Bednal - Green . Sure wretched Wren was taught by bungling Jones , To murder mortar , and disfigure stones ! Who in Whitehall can ...
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Page 26 - Speak thou whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end, be thine ? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent ? For why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th...
Page 35 - Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Secure, whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat, Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat...
Page 31 - With listless eyes the dotard views the store, He views, and wonders that they please no more; Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wines, And Luxury with sighs her slave resigns. Approach, ye minstrels, try the soothing strain, Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain: No sounds alas would touch th...
Page 29 - O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain; No joys to him pacific sceptres yield, War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field; Behold surrounding kings their pow'r combine, And one capitulate, and one resign, Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain; "Think nothing gain'd," he cries, "till nought remain, On Moscow's wall till Gothic standards fly, And all be mine beneath the Polar sky.
Page 27 - Should no disease thy torpid veins invade, Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade ; Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Page 22 - LET observation, with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Page 36 - There none are swept by sudden fate away, But all whom hunger spares with age decay: Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, 15 And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.
Page 39 - The common sewer of Paris and of Rome, With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
Page 29 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
Page 29 - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.