Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the AuthorCrosby, Nichols, Lee & Company, 1860 |
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... tell you a secret ? I did so at fourteen years old , for I loved reading , and my father had no other books . There was a collection of all that had been written on both sides in the reign of King James II . I warmed my head with them ...
... tell you a secret ? I did so at fourteen years old , for I loved reading , and my father had no other books . There was a collection of all that had been written on both sides in the reign of King James II . I warmed my head with them ...
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... Tell me but this , and I'll disclaim the prize , And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes- DAPHNIS . - Nay , tell me first , in what more happy fields The thistle springs , to which the lily yields : And then a nobler prize I will ...
... Tell me but this , and I'll disclaim the prize , And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes- DAPHNIS . - Nay , tell me first , in what more happy fields The thistle springs , to which the lily yields : And then a nobler prize I will ...
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... tell the reeds , and tell the vocal shore , Fair Daphne's dead , and music is no more ! Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze , And told in sighs to all the trembling trees ; The trembling trees , in every plain and wood , PASTORALS .
... tell the reeds , and tell the vocal shore , Fair Daphne's dead , and music is no more ! Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze , And told in sighs to all the trembling trees ; The trembling trees , in every plain and wood , PASTORALS .
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... in waving prospect stand , And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand ; Rich industry sits smiling on the plains , And peace and plenty tell , a Stuart reigns . Not thus the land appear'd in ages past , A WINDSOR FOREST . 55.
... in waving prospect stand , And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand ; Rich industry sits smiling on the plains , And peace and plenty tell , a Stuart reigns . Not thus the land appear'd in ages past , A WINDSOR FOREST . 55.
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... , The immortal powers incline their ear : Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire , While solemn airs improve the sacred fire ; And angels lean from heaven to hear Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell : To ODES , & c .
... , The immortal powers incline their ear : Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire , While solemn airs improve the sacred fire ; And angels lean from heaven to hear Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell : To ODES , & c .
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Страница 269 - To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue.
Страница 74 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Страница 269 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Страница 84 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence ; The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Страница 110 - And screen'd in shades from day's detested glare, She sighs for ever on her pensive bed, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
Страница 90 - Tis not enough your counsel still be true ; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do ; Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Страница 278 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise: Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him or he dies; Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Страница 99 - To one man's treat, but for another's ball ? When Florio speaks, what virgin could withstand, If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand ? With varying vanities, from ev'ry part, They shift the moving toyshop of their heart; Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive, Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.
Страница 81 - Th' increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes, Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise ! A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ ; Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The generous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Страница 102 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire.