The Beauties of English Poetry: Selected from the Most Esteemed Authors, ... Containing Several Original Pieces, Never Before Published, Volumen2W. Spilsbury, 1804 |
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... Pow'r to the mob to play Cadogan's part ; Now , thro ' the land , that impious pow'r prevails , All weigh their Sov'reign in their private scales , And find him wanting , all save me alone ; For , sad to say ! my glittering orbs are ...
... Pow'r to the mob to play Cadogan's part ; Now , thro ' the land , that impious pow'r prevails , All weigh their Sov'reign in their private scales , And find him wanting , all save me alone ; For , sad to say ! my glittering orbs are ...
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... pow'r , O Goddess of the song ! Come then , and guide my careless pen along ; 50 Yet keep it in the bounds of sense and verse , Nor , like Mac - Homer , make me gabble Erse . Verse 37. That solemn vein of irony . ] " A fine vein of ...
... pow'r , O Goddess of the song ! Come then , and guide my careless pen along ; 50 Yet keep it in the bounds of sense and verse , Nor , like Mac - Homer , make me gabble Erse . Verse 37. That solemn vein of irony . ] " A fine vein of ...
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... pow'r can make it less , While Britain boasts the bulwark of her press . 70 Yes , sons of Freedom ! yes , to whom I pay , Warm from the heart , this tributary lay ; That lay shall live , tho'Court and Grub - street sigh , Your young ...
... pow'r can make it less , While Britain boasts the bulwark of her press . 70 Yes , sons of Freedom ! yes , to whom I pay , Warm from the heart , this tributary lay ; That lay shall live , tho'Court and Grub - street sigh , Your young ...
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... Pow'R hath work'd a wonder for your " Whilst I just like a snail - am crawling , [ toes ; " Now swearing , now on saints devoutly bawling , " Whilst not a rascal comes to ease my woes ? " How is't that you can like a greyhound go , 66 ...
... Pow'R hath work'd a wonder for your " Whilst I just like a snail - am crawling , [ toes ; " Now swearing , now on saints devoutly bawling , " Whilst not a rascal comes to ease my woes ? " How is't that you can like a greyhound go , 66 ...
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... pow'r , Thou bonnie gem ! Alas ! its no thy , neebor sweet The bonie lark , companion meet ! Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet ! Wi ' spreckled breast , When upward springing , blythe , to greet The purpling east : Cauld blew the bitter ...
... pow'r , Thou bonnie gem ! Alas ! its no thy , neebor sweet The bonie lark , companion meet ! Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet ! Wi ' spreckled breast , When upward springing , blythe , to greet The purpling east : Cauld blew the bitter ...
Términos y frases comunes
agen bard beneath Bids blessing blest boast breast breath Brentford brow charms cheek CLODIO convey'd crowd crown'd dare dome Drayman E'en e'er Emperor of China Eurus ev'ry fair fame Fancy fane fate flow'rs foes Freedom Freedom calls gales gibbets glories Goddess grace grove guiltless hand Hark heart Heaven Heroic Epistle Isis Jemmy Twitcher King lov'd maid majestic marble arches mind Muse ne'er numbers nymph o'er yon pale patriot peace PETER PINDAR plain pleas'd poet poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rise round sacred sage scene shade Shepherd shine shore sigh sing Sir William Sir William Chambers slave smile smiling train smoke soft solemn song soul SPLENDID SHILLING sport stream sublime swain sweet taste tear tender thee thine thou Tobacco tow'r train trembling truth vale Verse VIRG virtue waves wild wings youth
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Página 50 - Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favorite name ! THE PASSIONS.
Página 32 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent Lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Página 49 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Página 48 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Página 30 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 48 - If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Página 30 - mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckled breast! When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield, But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Página 66 - Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, Tumultuous enter, with dire chilling blasts Portending agues.
Página 60 - Happy the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling: he nor hears with pain New oysters cried, nor sighs for cheerful ale; But with his friends, when nightly mists arise, To Juniper's Magpie or...
Página 118 - Immersed in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend ; Warm Charity, the general friend, With Justice to herself severe, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head, Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad...