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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... Thou daily seest him face to face , Nor does thy essence fix'd depend on giddy circum- stance Of time or place , Two foolish guides in ev'ry sublunary dance : How shall we find Thee then in dark disputes ? How shall we search Thee in a ...
... Thou daily seest him face to face , Nor does thy essence fix'd depend on giddy circum- stance Of time or place , Two foolish guides in ev'ry sublunary dance : How shall we find Thee then in dark disputes ? How shall we search Thee in a ...
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... thou , if any , know'st , Since the bright essence fled , where haunts the reverend ghost ? III . If all that our weak knowledge titles virtue , be ( High Truth ) the best resemblance of exalted Thee , If a mind fix'd to combat fate ...
... thou , if any , know'st , Since the bright essence fled , where haunts the reverend ghost ? III . If all that our weak knowledge titles virtue , be ( High Truth ) the best resemblance of exalted Thee , If a mind fix'd to combat fate ...
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... thou shed thy sacred influ- ence here , Or from thy private peaceful orb appear ; For , sure , we want some guide from Heav'n , to show The way which ev'ry wand'ring fool below Pretends so perfectly to know ; And which , for aught I see ...
... thou shed thy sacred influ- ence here , Or from thy private peaceful orb appear ; For , sure , we want some guide from Heav'n , to show The way which ev'ry wand'ring fool below Pretends so perfectly to know ; And which , for aught I see ...
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... thou tyrant conscience of the great , Say , why the church is still led blindfold by the state ; Why should the first be ruin'd and laid waste , To mend dilapidations in the last ? And yet the world , whose eyes are on our mighty Prince ...
... thou tyrant conscience of the great , Say , why the church is still led blindfold by the state ; Why should the first be ruin'd and laid waste , To mend dilapidations in the last ? And yet the world , whose eyes are on our mighty Prince ...
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... thou regard'st me not ; Speak , for I wait thy answer , and expect Thy just submission for this bold neglect . Unknown the forms we the high - priesthood use At the divine appearance of the muse , Which to divulge might shake profane ...
... thou regard'st me not ; Speak , for I wait thy answer , and expect Thy just submission for this bold neglect . Unknown the forms we the high - priesthood use At the divine appearance of the muse , Which to divulge might shake profane ...
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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.