The Poems, of the Late Christopher Smart, ... Consisting of His Prize Poems, Odes, Sonnets, and Fables, Latin and English Translations; ...Smart and Cowslade; and sold by F. Power and Company, London, 1791 |
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... Night , Where's the Poker ? The Tea Pot and Scrubbing Brush , The Duellift , The Country Squire and the Mandrake , The Brocaded Gown and Linen Rag , Madam and the Magpie , The Blockhead and Beehive , PAGE . 4 8 10 12 15 17 19 22 26 The ...
... Night , Where's the Poker ? The Tea Pot and Scrubbing Brush , The Duellift , The Country Squire and the Mandrake , The Brocaded Gown and Linen Rag , Madam and the Magpie , The Blockhead and Beehive , PAGE . 4 8 10 12 15 17 19 22 26 The ...
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... NIGHT . FABLE III . Quam multa prava atque injusta fiunt moribus . FASHION ASHION , a motley nymph of yore , The Cyprian Queen to Porteus bore : Various herself in various climes , She moulds the manners of the times ; TERENT . And And ...
... NIGHT . FABLE III . Quam multa prava atque injusta fiunt moribus . FASHION ASHION , a motley nymph of yore , The Cyprian Queen to Porteus bore : Various herself in various climes , She moulds the manners of the times ; TERENT . And And ...
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... night : Come - thefe malignant rays destroy , " Thou skreen of shame , and rise of joy .. " Come from thy western ambuscade , 66 66 Queen of the rout and masquerade : Nymph , without thee no cards advance ,. Without thee halts the loit ...
... night : Come - thefe malignant rays destroy , " Thou skreen of shame , and rise of joy .. " Come from thy western ambuscade , 66 66 Queen of the rout and masquerade : Nymph , without thee no cards advance ,. Without thee halts the loit ...
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... night the to her chamber crept , ( Where for a month fhe had not slept ; Her mafter being , to her feeming , A better play fellow than dreaming . ) Curfe on the author of thefe wrongs , In her own bed the found the tongs , ( Hang Thomas ...
... night the to her chamber crept , ( Where for a month fhe had not slept ; Her mafter being , to her feeming , A better play fellow than dreaming . ) Curfe on the author of thefe wrongs , In her own bed the found the tongs , ( Hang Thomas ...
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... night , from day to day At all times and at every place , You fcold , repeat , and fing , and say , Nor are there hopes you'll ever cease . II . Forbear , my Celia , oh ! forbear , If your own health , or ours you prize For all mankind ...
... night , from day to day At all times and at every place , You fcold , repeat , and fing , and say , Nor are there hopes you'll ever cease . II . Forbear , my Celia , oh ! forbear , If your own health , or ours you prize For all mankind ...
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Página 114 - And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee In unreprove'd pleasures free...
Página 208 - Neglect the rules each verbal Critic lays, For not to know some trifles, is a praise. Most Critics, fond of some subservient art, Still make the Whole depend upon a Part : They talk of principles, but notions prize, And all to one lov'd Folly sacrifice.
Página 204 - Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But, more...
Página 118 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Página 210 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine. And glittering thoughts struck out at every line; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit.
Página 120 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Página 246 - But see! each Muse, in Leo's golden days, Starts from her trance, and trims her wither'd bays! Rome's ancient Genius, o'er its ruins spread, Shakes off the dust, and rears his rev'rend head. Then Sculpture and her sister-arts revive; Stones leap'd to form, and rocks began to live; With sweeter notes each rising Temple rung; A Raphael painted, and a Vida sung.
Página 214 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire ; While expletives their feeble aid do join ; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line ; While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still expected rhymes ; Where'er you find " the cooling western breeze...
Página 202 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For, as in bodies, thus in souls we find, What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Página 202 - Of all the Causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never-failing vice of fools. Whatever Nature has in worth...