Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing OfficeJ. Walter, 1785 - 225 páginas |
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... friendship of worthy men , whose attachment to me was founded in difinterestedness , would be a fhock too violent to be borne : but it is my pride to say that my real real friends did not defert me ; they stood by viti INTRODUCTION .
... friendship of worthy men , whose attachment to me was founded in difinterestedness , would be a fhock too violent to be borne : but it is my pride to say that my real real friends did not defert me ; they stood by viti INTRODUCTION .
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... ( Whose tap'ftry fhews without my aid , A nun is no fuch useless maid ) A graceful perfon came in view , ( His form it seems is known to few ; ) His dress was unadorn'd with lace , But charms ! a thoufand in his face . This , Sir , your ...
... ( Whose tap'ftry fhews without my aid , A nun is no fuch useless maid ) A graceful perfon came in view , ( His form it seems is known to few ; ) His dress was unadorn'd with lace , But charms ! a thoufand in his face . This , Sir , your ...
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... Whose tow'ring fummit reach'd the skies : The flopes were steep , and form'd of glass , Painful and hazardous to pass : Courtiers and statesmen led the way ; The faithlefs paths their steps betray ; This moment feen aloft to foar , The ...
... Whose tow'ring fummit reach'd the skies : The flopes were steep , and form'd of glass , Painful and hazardous to pass : Courtiers and statesmen led the way ; The faithlefs paths their steps betray ; This moment feen aloft to foar , The ...
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... Whose deadly venom murders fleep . We haften'd now to PLEASURE's bow'rs , Where the gay tribes fat crown'd with flow'rs : Here BEAUTY every charm display'd , And love enflam'd the yielding maid ; Delicious WINE our tafte employs , His ...
... Whose deadly venom murders fleep . We haften'd now to PLEASURE's bow'rs , Where the gay tribes fat crown'd with flow'rs : Here BEAUTY every charm display'd , And love enflam'd the yielding maid ; Delicious WINE our tafte employs , His ...
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... Whose bound'ries from north - east begun , And stretch'd to meet the fouth - weft fun . Here FLATT'RY boafts defpotic fway , And bafks in all the warmth of day . Long practis'd in deception's fchool , The tyrant knew the arts to rule ...
... Whose bound'ries from north - east begun , And stretch'd to meet the fouth - weft fun . Here FLATT'RY boafts defpotic fway , And bafks in all the warmth of day . Long practis'd in deception's fchool , The tyrant knew the arts to rule ...
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Términos y frases comunes
againſt bafe beauty becauſe beft beſt blifs bofom breaſt charms crouds cry'd death e'er Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fcene fecret feek feen fenfe fervant fhade fhall fhews fide figh fight filent fink firſt fleep fmile foft fome fond fong foon forrows foul fpirit friendſhip ftand ftill ftrong fubject fuch fure fwains fweet grace grief gueſt happineſs hath heart heav'n hermit himſelf honour itſelf joys juft juſt laſt lefs loft maid maſter mind moft morn moſt muſt nature never night nymph o'er paffion pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride reafon refentment refin'd reft rife ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpoke ſtate ſteps ſtill ſweet taſte tear thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro truſt Twas uſeful virtue whofe Whoſe wife Worfe youth
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Página 142 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 143 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Página 87 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Página 139 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Página 142 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Página 142 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Página 138 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 168 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Página 89 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Página 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.