Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees and Orme, 1807 "These volumes are intended to accompany Mr. Ellis's ... Specimens of the early English poets. That series concludes with reign of Charles II, this begins with that of James his successor."-- Preface. |
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... song , Tho ' of thy mother - goddess tip - top full , By inspiration furiously dull ; Yet this one maxim from my pen receive , To midling bards the world no quarter give . Budgel a petty - fogger might have made , And JAMES MILLER . 25.
... song , Tho ' of thy mother - goddess tip - top full , By inspiration furiously dull ; Yet this one maxim from my pen receive , To midling bards the world no quarter give . Budgel a petty - fogger might have made , And JAMES MILLER . 25.
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... vain now strives to act the Atheist's part , His forehead blabs the terrors of his heart . Lothario , quit thy claim - ' spight o ' thy will , Thou art an unpolite believer still . * * * * The Life of a Beau . A Song . How 30 JAMES MILLER .
... vain now strives to act the Atheist's part , His forehead blabs the terrors of his heart . Lothario , quit thy claim - ' spight o ' thy will , Thou art an unpolite believer still . * * * * The Life of a Beau . A Song . How 30 JAMES MILLER .
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With Preliminary Notices Robert Southey. The Life of a Beau . A Song . How brim - full of nothing's the life of a beau ? They've nothing to think of , they've nothing to do ; Nor they've nothing to talk of , for - nothing they know ...
With Preliminary Notices Robert Southey. The Life of a Beau . A Song . How brim - full of nothing's the life of a beau ? They've nothing to think of , they've nothing to do ; Nor they've nothing to talk of , for - nothing they know ...
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... Song . A FOOL enjoys the sweets of life , Unwounded by its cares ; His passions never are at strife He hopes not , he , nor fears . ; If Fortune smile , as smile she will , Upon her booby brood , The Fool anticipates no ill , But reaps ...
... Song . A FOOL enjoys the sweets of life , Unwounded by its cares ; His passions never are at strife He hopes not , he , nor fears . ; If Fortune smile , as smile she will , Upon her booby brood , The Fool anticipates no ill , But reaps ...
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... , time , and health to throw away , Is what our modern men of taste call play . A SONG . SWEET Solitude , that e'en despair canst charm , And of their force the sharpest ills disarm , Oh ! ease a while the anguish I endure . [ 38 ]
... , time , and health to throw away , Is what our modern men of taste call play . A SONG . SWEET Solitude , that e'en despair canst charm , And of their force the sharpest ills disarm , Oh ! ease a while the anguish I endure . [ 38 ]
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AARON HILL AMBROSE PHILIPS Anacreon ANTISTROPHE bard beauty behold beneath blest bliss blood bloom Braes of Yarrow breast breath bright charms clouds courser crown'd DAVID MALLET dear death delight divine dread Dunciad earth fair fame fantastick fate fear flame flow fond fool genius glory glowing grace Grongar Hill hand happy heart heaven honour hope labours Lord Harvey lyre maid mind mourns Muse Musidora ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace plain pleasing pleasure Poems poets praise pride Quintilian rapture reign rise round sacred scene shade shine sighs sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul STEPHEN DUCK streams swain sweet swell taste tears Telephus thee thine THOMAS WARTON thou thought thro throne toils trembling truth Twas vale verse virtue Whilst wind wing wonder wretch youth
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Страница 431 - Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound, my heart. The generous spark extinct revive Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
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Страница 432 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.