Miscellaneous poemsArchibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; White, Cochrane, and Company and Gale, Curtis, and Fenner, London; and John Cumming, Dublin., 1814 |
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... heads ; There whole herds suspended lie , Ready to tumble down into the sky : Such are the ways ill - guided mortals go To judge of things above by things below . Disjointing shapes as in the fairy land of dreams , Or images that sink ...
... heads ; There whole herds suspended lie , Ready to tumble down into the sky : Such are the ways ill - guided mortals go To judge of things above by things below . Disjointing shapes as in the fairy land of dreams , Or images that sink ...
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... a whirlwind and a mist ; Like that prophetic tempest in the virgin reign , And swallow'd them at last , or flung them down . Such were the storms good Sancroft long has borne ; The mitre , which his sacred head has worn , 10 POEMS .
... a whirlwind and a mist ; Like that prophetic tempest in the virgin reign , And swallow'd them at last , or flung them down . Such were the storms good Sancroft long has borne ; The mitre , which his sacred head has worn , 10 POEMS .
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Jonathan Swift. The mitre , which his sacred head has worn , Was , like his Master's Crown , inwreath'd with thorn . Death's sting is swallow'd up in victory at last , The bitter cup is from him past : Fortune in both extremes Though ...
Jonathan Swift. The mitre , which his sacred head has worn , Was , like his Master's Crown , inwreath'd with thorn . Death's sting is swallow'd up in victory at last , The bitter cup is from him past : Fortune in both extremes Though ...
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... head crown'd with these bays , Like lambent fire , the lightning plays ; Nor , its triumphal cavalcade to grace , Makes up its solemn train with death ; It melts the sword of war , yet keeps it in the sheath . VII . The wily shifts of ...
... head crown'd with these bays , Like lambent fire , the lightning plays ; Nor , its triumphal cavalcade to grace , Makes up its solemn train with death ; It melts the sword of war , yet keeps it in the sheath . VII . The wily shifts of ...
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... head , And rolls about her dreadful eyes , To drive all virtue out , or look it dead ! ' Twas sure this basilisk sent Temple thence , And though as some ( ' tis said ) for their defence Have worn a casement o'er their skin , So he wore ...
... head , And rolls about her dreadful eyes , To drive all virtue out , or look it dead ! ' Twas sure this basilisk sent Temple thence , And though as some ( ' tis said ) for their defence Have worn a casement o'er their skin , So he wore ...
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Apollo bard beauty Behold BIRTH-DAY Cadenus call'd coffeehouse Countess of Suffolk court crown dame damn'd Dean Dean's dear death divine DR DELANY DR SWIFT Dublin duke Dunciad e'er ears EPIGRAM eyes face fair fame fancy fate favourite fill'd foes folly fools give goddess grace half head hear heart honour Ireland Jove king knaves lady learn'd learning Lord Lord Carteret madam maid mankind MARBLE HILL merit mind mortal Muse ne'er neighbour Neptune Nereids never night numbers nymph o'er Pallas poem poets poor Pope praise pride quadrille queen rage rais'd rhyme round satire scarce scene scorn shame shine sight sing Sir Robert Walpole soul spleen Stella Stephen Duck Strephon swear tell thee thou thought thousand town turn'd Twas twill Vanessa verse vex'd virtue whig wise writ write
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Página 335 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, " I'm sorry — but we all must die...
Página 338 - Without regarding private ends, Spent all his credit for his friends ; And only chose the wise and good ; No flatterers ; no allies in blood : But succour'd virtue in distress, And seldom fail'd of good success ; As numbers in their hearts must own, Who, but for him, had been unknown.
Página 299 - As jEsop would the world persuade ; He better understands his trade : Nor comes whene'er his lady whistles, But carries loads, and feeds on thistles. Our author's meaning, I presume, is A creature bipes et implumis ; Wherein the moralist design'd A compliment on human kind ; For here he owns, that now and then Beasts may degenerate into men.
Página 339 - LIBERTY was all his cry; for her he stood prepar'd to die; for her he boldly stood alone; for her he oft" expos'd his own. Two kingdoms, just as faction led, had set a price upon his head ; but not a traitor could be found, to sell him for six hundred pound. Had he...
Página 331 - Behold the fatal day arrive! How is the Dean? He's just alive. Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead.
Página 470 - As fine as daubers' hands can make it, In hopes that strangers may mistake it, We think it both a shame and sin To quit the true old Angel Inn.
Página 54 - Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do you know what a Loss I have had? Nay, said she, my Lord Col/way's Folks are all very sad; For my Lord Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail; Pugh! said I, but that's not the Business that I ail.
Página 84 - No hurt shall come to you or yours : Uut for that pack of churlish boors, Not fit to live on Christian ground, They and their houses shall be drown'd; While you shall see your cottage rise, And grow a church before your eyes.
Página 88 - what's this you tell us? I hope you don't believe me jealous! But yet, methinks, I feel it true, And really yours is budding too — Nay, — now I cannot stir my foot; It feels as if 'twere taking root.
Página 297 - Though hard to find in every case The fittest man to fill a place: His promises he ne'er forgot, But took memorials on the spot; His enemies, for want of charity, Said, he affected popularity: 'Tis true, the people understood, That all he did was for their good; Their kind affections he has tried; No love is lost on either side.