Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the AuthorCrosby, Nichols, Lee & Company, 1860 |
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... thou , false guardian of a charge too good , Thou base betrayer of a brother's blood ! See on those ruby lips the trembling breath , Those cheeks now fading at the blast of death : Lifeless the breast which warm'd the world before ; And ...
... thou , false guardian of a charge too good , Thou base betrayer of a brother's blood ! See on those ruby lips the trembling breath , Those cheeks now fading at the blast of death : Lifeless the breast which warm'd the world before ; And ...
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... thou canst not cure . ' Ye shady beeches , and ye cooling streams , Defence from Phœbus ' , not from Cupid's beams , To you I mourn ; nor to the deaf I sing ; The woods shall answer , and their echo ring . The hills and rocks attend my ...
... thou canst not cure . ' Ye shady beeches , and ye cooling streams , Defence from Phœbus ' , not from Cupid's beams , To you I mourn ; nor to the deaf I sing ; The woods shall answer , and their echo ring . The hills and rocks attend my ...
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... Thou , whom the Nine with Plautus ' wit inspire , The art of Terence and Menander's fire ; Whose sense instructs us , and whose humour charms Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms Oh ! skill'd in nature ! see the hearts of ...
... Thou , whom the Nine with Plautus ' wit inspire , The art of Terence and Menander's fire ; Whose sense instructs us , and whose humour charms Whose judgment sways us , and whose spirit warms Oh ! skill'd in nature ! see the hearts of ...
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... Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder born . Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! Farewell , ye woods ; adieu , the light of day ; One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains ...
... Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder born . Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! Farewell , ye woods ; adieu , the light of day ; One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains ...
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... Thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times , the bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a Son ! From Jesse's ' root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flower with ...
... Thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times , the bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a Son ! From Jesse's ' root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flower with ...
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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.