Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith, Armstrong, JohnsonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... arms- All , all my actions guide , my fancy feed , So shall existence then be life indeed . Next comes illiberal scrambling Avarice , Then Vanity , and Affectation nice- See , she salutes her shadow with a bow As in short Gallic trips ...
... arms- All , all my actions guide , my fancy feed , So shall existence then be life indeed . Next comes illiberal scrambling Avarice , Then Vanity , and Affectation nice- See , she salutes her shadow with a bow As in short Gallic trips ...
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... arms , With joy intense , Feeds ev'ry sense , And sultanates o'er all her charms . Oh ! bad I Virgil's comprehensive strain , Or sung like Pope , without a word in vain , Then should I hope my numbers might con- tain , Engaging nymph ...
... arms , With joy intense , Feeds ev'ry sense , And sultanates o'er all her charms . Oh ! bad I Virgil's comprehensive strain , Or sung like Pope , without a word in vain , Then should I hope my numbers might con- tain , Engaging nymph ...
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... arm Curb the wild winds and discipline the billows , The suppliant sailor finds thee there , his chief , His only help ... arms Extends - behold in regal solitude , And pastoral magnificence he stands So simple ! and so great ! the under ...
... arm Curb the wild winds and discipline the billows , The suppliant sailor finds thee there , his chief , His only help ... arms Extends - behold in regal solitude , And pastoral magnificence he stands So simple ! and so great ! the under ...
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... arms Round each ignoble clod they'll fold , and leave Averse the lordly prop . Thus , have I heard Where there's no mutual tic , no strong connec- tion Of love - conspiring hearts , oft the young bride Has prostituted to her slaves her ...
... arms Round each ignoble clod they'll fold , and leave Averse the lordly prop . Thus , have I heard Where there's no mutual tic , no strong connec- tion Of love - conspiring hearts , oft the young bride Has prostituted to her slaves her ...
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... arm`d , Intrepid march'd ; for well they knew the cries Of dying Freedom , and Astræa's voice , Who as she fled , to ... arms of death ! Thus when Aquarius pours out all his urn Down on some lonesome heath , the traveller That wanders o ...
... arm`d , Intrepid march'd ; for well they knew the cries Of dying Freedom , and Astræa's voice , Who as she fled , to ... arms of death ! Thus when Aquarius pours out all his urn Down on some lonesome heath , the traveller That wanders o ...
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Smart, Wilkie, P. Whitehead, Fawkes, Lovibond, Harte, Langhorne, Goldsmith ... Alexander Chalmers Visualização integral - 1810 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
address'd Adrastus appear'd Argive arms atque Atrides bard beauty behold BISHOP OF DUNKELD blest bloom bosom breast charms chief coursers Creon crown'd death Deiphobus Diomed divine dread Dunciad e'er Earth epic poetry ev'n ev'ry eyes fair falchion fame fate fear fix'd flame fury gen'rous glory goddess gods grace grief grove hand head heart Heav'n hero honour immortal Jove king light lord lyre maid malè martial merit mighty mind monarch mortal Muse nature ne'er night numbers nymph o'er Pallas PAUL WHITEHEAD peace Philoctetes plain poem poet pow'r praise pride prince quæ rage reign rise round sacred seem'd shade shining shore sighs sire skies smiles soft song soul sound sov'reign Statius stood streams swain sway sweet Theban Thebes thee thine thou thro toil tow'rs trembling turn'd Tydeus Tydides verse virtue voice warriors winds wings wou'd youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 80 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Página 495 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Página 97 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
Página 494 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Página 494 - All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron — forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Página 494 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Página 502 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life, — my all that's mine. "No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Página 495 - Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies; While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Página 495 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 495 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.