Poemsauthor, 1762 - 277 páginas |
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... praise Hangs on a curious choice of phrase ; Which pick'd and chofen here and there , From profe or verse , no matter where , Jumbled together in a dish , Like Spanish olio , fowl , flefh , fifh , You fet the claffic hodge - podge on ...
... praise Hangs on a curious choice of phrase ; Which pick'd and chofen here and there , From profe or verse , no matter where , Jumbled together in a dish , Like Spanish olio , fowl , flefh , fifh , You fet the claffic hodge - podge on ...
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... praise ; I seek to blast no scholar's bays : Still let the graceful foliage fpread Its greeneft honours round their head , Bleft , if the Muses ' hand entwine A sprig at least to circle mine ! Come , -I admit , you tax me right ...
... praise ; I seek to blast no scholar's bays : Still let the graceful foliage fpread Its greeneft honours round their head , Bleft , if the Muses ' hand entwine A sprig at least to circle mine ! Come , -I admit , you tax me right ...
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... praise ? Well can'ft thou rule the poet's artless lays . Oft on the craggy rock , or mountain hore , By river - fide , or on the fea's hoarse shore , Wand'ring well - pleas'd , with mufic's magic found , And airs divine , thou charm'ft ...
... praise ? Well can'ft thou rule the poet's artless lays . Oft on the craggy rock , or mountain hore , By river - fide , or on the fea's hoarse shore , Wand'ring well - pleas'd , with mufic's magic found , And airs divine , thou charm'ft ...
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... praise ! Then shall He govern thee with gentle sway , And only Phœbus fhall thine ifle obey . What though no flocks , nor herds , nor juicy vine , Nor plants of thousand natures fhall be thine , Swift to the temple of the Bowyer - king ...
... praise ! Then shall He govern thee with gentle sway , And only Phœbus fhall thine ifle obey . What though no flocks , nor herds , nor juicy vine , Nor plants of thousand natures fhall be thine , Swift to the temple of the Bowyer - king ...
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... praise , Then heroes old , and matrons chafte rehearse , And footh the raptur'd heart with facred verse . Each voice , the Delian maids , each human found With apteft imitation sweet refound : Their tongues so justly tune with accents ...
... praise , Then heroes old , and matrons chafte rehearse , And footh the raptur'd heart with facred verse . Each voice , the Delian maids , each human found With apteft imitation sweet refound : Their tongues so justly tune with accents ...
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Términos y frases comunes
againſt Apollo Bard bleft BONNELL THORNTON breaſt burſting Cambridge cauſe Christ Church claffic Coll Comm Cornelius Gallus Delos e'en e'er eaſe ENVY erft Eſq ev'ry eyes facred fame fhall fhew fhou'd fibi fide filent fing firſt fome fong fons fools foul ftill ftrike ftrong fuch fure genius Gent George grace hæc heart himſelf Honourable inglorius John juſt king Lady Latona Lord lyre madneſs maſter meaſure Mifs moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers o'er Ovid fe Oxon pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe Propertius Quam raiſe rife ſay ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtage ſtate ſtill ſtudy taſte thee thefe themſelves theſe thine Thomas Thomas Salter thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Trin truth uſe verſe whofe Whoſe William WILLIAM HOGARTH wiſh wou'd youth
Pasajes populares
Página 239 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 257 - 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 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Página 241 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; 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 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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 Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Página 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Página 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...