Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784Thomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
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... hear him speak , ` Envy would drive the colour from his cheek : But step - dame nature , niggard of her grace , Denied the social pow'rs of voice and face . Fix'd in one frame of features , glare of eye , Passions , like chaos , in ...
... hear him speak , ` Envy would drive the colour from his cheek : But step - dame nature , niggard of her grace , Denied the social pow'rs of voice and face . Fix'd in one frame of features , glare of eye , Passions , like chaos , in ...
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... hear the very man ; I can't catch words , and pity those who can . Let wits , like spiders , from the tortur'd brain Fine - draw the critic - web with curious pain ; The gods , a kindness I with thanks must pay , Have form'd me of a ...
... hear the very man ; I can't catch words , and pity those who can . Let wits , like spiders , from the tortur'd brain Fine - draw the critic - web with curious pain ; The gods , a kindness I with thanks must pay , Have form'd me of a ...
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... hear what Jove ordains ! Pent in this barren corner of the isle , Where partial fortune never deign'd to smile ; Like nature's bastards , reaping for our share What was rejected by the lawful heir ; Unknown amongst the nations of the ...
... hear what Jove ordains ! Pent in this barren corner of the isle , Where partial fortune never deign'd to smile ; Like nature's bastards , reaping for our share What was rejected by the lawful heir ; Unknown amongst the nations of the ...
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... hears every word you say . See how he looks- Mrs. S. Jacky , come here , There's a good boy , look up , my dear . ' Twas not papa we talk'd about . -Surely he cannot find it out . Mrs. B. See how the urchin holds his hands . Upon my ...
... hears every word you say . See how he looks- Mrs. S. Jacky , come here , There's a good boy , look up , my dear . ' Twas not papa we talk'd about . -Surely he cannot find it out . Mrs. B. See how the urchin holds his hands . Upon my ...
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... hear the people shout ? ' Tis Mr. Pitt , just going out . Mrs. B. Ay , there he goes , pray heav'n bless him ! Well may the people all caress him . -Lord , how my husband us'd to sit , And drink success to honest Pitt , And happy o'er ...
... hear the people shout ? ' Tis Mr. Pitt , just going out . Mrs. B. Ay , there he goes , pray heav'n bless him ! Well may the people all caress him . -Lord , how my husband us'd to sit , And drink success to honest Pitt , And happy o'er ...
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Страница 284 - 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.
Страница 285 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Страница 290 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Страница 291 - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly...
Страница 286 - The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Страница 191 - Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloudtopt head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.
Страница 440 - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee; Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations slowly wise, and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
Страница 288 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'T is yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Страница 47 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Страница 287 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair, To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale...