Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volúmenes5-6J. Bell, 1789 |
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... 'd Fell by that honor which was meant its aid . Thus Virtue sinks beneath unnumber'd woes , When passions born her friends , revolt , her foes . Hence SATIRE's pow'r : ' tis her corrective part To EPISTLES SATIRICAL Epist . I.
... 'd Fell by that honor which was meant its aid . Thus Virtue sinks beneath unnumber'd woes , When passions born her friends , revolt , her foes . Hence SATIRE's pow'r : ' tis her corrective part To EPISTLES SATIRICAL Epist . I.
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... honor's voice , O doom'd to shame , Thou fiend accurs'd , thou murderer of fame ! Fell ravisher , from innocence to tear 10 That name , than liberty , than life more dear ! Where shall thy baseness meet its just return , Or what repay ...
... honor's voice , O doom'd to shame , Thou fiend accurs'd , thou murderer of fame ! Fell ravisher , from innocence to tear 10 That name , than liberty , than life more dear ! Where shall thy baseness meet its just return , Or what repay ...
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... honors not her own : Big - swoln with folly , as her smiles provoke , Profaneness spawns , pert dunces nurse the joke ! Come , let us join awhile this tittering crew , And own the idiot guide for once is true ; Deride our weak ...
... honors not her own : Big - swoln with folly , as her smiles provoke , Profaneness spawns , pert dunces nurse the joke ! Come , let us join awhile this tittering crew , And own the idiot guide for once is true ; Deride our weak ...
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... honor beam on modern vice : Point back to minds ingenuous , actions fair , Till the sons blush at what their fathers were ; Ere yet ' twas beggary the great to trust ; Ere yet ' twas quite a folly to be just ; When low - born sharpers ...
... honor beam on modern vice : Point back to minds ingenuous , actions fair , Till the sons blush at what their fathers were ; Ere yet ' twas beggary the great to trust ; Ere yet ' twas quite a folly to be just ; When low - born sharpers ...
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John Bell. Ere lewdness the stain'd garb of honor wore , Or chastity was carted for the whore ; Vice flutter'd , in the plumes of freedom drest ; ___ Or public spirit was the public jest . Be ever in a just expression bold , Yet ne'er ...
John Bell. Ere lewdness the stain'd garb of honor wore , Or chastity was carted for the whore ; Vice flutter'd , in the plumes of freedom drest ; ___ Or public spirit was the public jest . Be ever in a just expression bold , Yet ne'er ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adorn Bard beauty beauty's Behold blest bloom boast bold bosom breast breath Brentford bright Britain's charms Colley Cibber dare delight divine e'er Earl EPISTLE ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flow'rs folly fond fool form'd GARRICK genius give glow golden reign grace Graecian grove hand hate hear heart heav'n honor Houyhnhnm ibid JOHN DUNCOMBE kings Lady lie Fit Lord lyre MARGARET CAVENDISH merit mind Muse Muse's Nature's ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er PANEGYRICAL passion Pindar pleas'd poet Pope pow'r praise pride queen quid rage rapture reign rise sacred SATIRE SATIRE's scene scorn sense shade shame shew shine shun slaves smile soft song soul strains sweet taste tears thee thine thou thought thro toil truth tuneful verse vice virtue Virtue's voice wise youth ΤΟ
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Página 26 - Speak thou whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end, be thine ? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent ? For why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th...
Página 35 - Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Secure, whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat, Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat...
Página 31 - With listless eyes the dotard views the store, He views, and wonders that they please no more; Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wines, And Luxury with sighs her slave resigns. Approach, ye minstrels, try the soothing strain, Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain: No sounds alas would touch th...
Página 29 - O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain; No joys to him pacific sceptres yield, War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field; Behold surrounding kings their pow'r combine, And one capitulate, and one resign, Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain; "Think nothing gain'd," he cries, "till nought remain, On Moscow's wall till Gothic standards fly, And all be mine beneath the Polar sky.
Página 27 - Should no disease thy torpid veins invade, Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade ; Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Página 22 - LET observation, with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Página 36 - There none are swept by sudden fate away, But all whom hunger spares with age decay: Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, 15 And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.
Página 39 - The common sewer of Paris and of Rome, With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
Página 29 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
Página 29 - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.