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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... Heart - sick of a high fever and consuming atrophy ; How the physicians swarm to show their mortal skill , And by their college arts methodically kill : Reformers and physicians differ but in name , One end in both , and the design the ...
... Heart - sick of a high fever and consuming atrophy ; How the physicians swarm to show their mortal skill , And by their college arts methodically kill : Reformers and physicians differ but in name , One end in both , and the design the ...
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... heart , you with fatal and immortal wit conspire To fan th ' unhappy fire . And Cruel unknown ! what is it you intend ? Ah ! could you , could you hope a poet for your friend ! Rather forgive what my first transport said : May all the ...
... heart , you with fatal and immortal wit conspire To fan th ' unhappy fire . And Cruel unknown ! what is it you intend ? Ah ! could you , could you hope a poet for your friend ! Rather forgive what my first transport said : May all the ...
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... heart : Ah , since our fears are fled , this insolent expel , At least confine the tyrant to his cell . And if so black the cloud , that Heaven's bright queen Shrouds her still beams ; how should the stars be seen ? Thus when Dorinda ...
... heart : Ah , since our fears are fled , this insolent expel , At least confine the tyrant to his cell . And if so black the cloud , that Heaven's bright queen Shrouds her still beams ; how should the stars be seen ? Thus when Dorinda ...
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... think thou seest my owner's heart , Scrawl'd o'er with trifles thus , and quite As hard , as senseless , and as light ; Expos'd to every coxcomb's eyes , But hid with caution 50 POEMS . Verses written in a Lady's Ivory Table-book,
... think thou seest my owner's heart , Scrawl'd o'er with trifles thus , and quite As hard , as senseless , and as light ; Expos'd to every coxcomb's eyes , But hid with caution 50 POEMS . Verses written in a Lady's Ivory Table-book,
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... heart , If he be wealthy , and a fool , Is in all points the fittest tool ; Of whom it may be justly said , He's a gold pencil tipp'd with lead . MRS FRANCES HARRIS'S PETITION , 1700 . [ This , SIR W. TEMPLE'S ILLNESS AND RECOVERY . 51.
... heart , If he be wealthy , and a fool , Is in all points the fittest tool ; Of whom it may be justly said , He's a gold pencil tipp'd with lead . MRS FRANCES HARRIS'S PETITION , 1700 . [ This , SIR W. TEMPLE'S ILLNESS AND RECOVERY . 51.
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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.