A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1766 |
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... While Nancy's praise he fung . " Let fops with fickle falfhood range The paths of wanton love , Whilft weeping maids lament their change , And fadden every grove : But But endless bleffings crown the day , I faw fair ( 16 ) NANCY of the ...
... While Nancy's praise he fung . " Let fops with fickle falfhood range The paths of wanton love , Whilft weeping maids lament their change , And fadden every grove : But But endless bleffings crown the day , I faw fair ( 16 ) NANCY of the ...
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... whilft I wander'd o'er a scene so fair , Too well at one furvey I trace , How every Mufe , and every Grace , Had long employ'd their care . Lurks not a ftone enrich'd with lively ftain , Blooms not a flower amid the vernal store , Falls ...
... whilft I wander'd o'er a scene so fair , Too well at one furvey I trace , How every Mufe , and every Grace , Had long employ'd their care . Lurks not a ftone enrich'd with lively ftain , Blooms not a flower amid the vernal store , Falls ...
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... whilft I withdraw , And this thy vile artillery hide- When the Caftalian fount she saw , And plung'd his arrows in the tide . That magic fount - ill - judging maid ! Shall caufe you foon to curse the day You dar'd the fhafts of Love ...
... whilft I withdraw , And this thy vile artillery hide- When the Caftalian fount she saw , And plung'd his arrows in the tide . That magic fount - ill - judging maid ! Shall caufe you foon to curse the day You dar'd the fhafts of Love ...
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... Whilft thoughtless they ungratefully defpife The rich profufion that falutes their eyes . But wife was he who study'd every use Of common weeds which common fields produce . The dock , the nettle , in each swelling vein , A healing balm ...
... Whilft thoughtless they ungratefully defpife The rich profufion that falutes their eyes . But wife was he who study'd every use Of common weeds which common fields produce . The dock , the nettle , in each swelling vein , A healing balm ...
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... Philomela's ferenade . V. Not only in the waving ear , And branches bending with their load , Or whilft the produce of the year Is gathering , and in safety stow'd . VI . He pleas'd , in days autumnal fees The VI . He ( 107 ) A WINTER ...
... Philomela's ferenade . V. Not only in the waving ear , And branches bending with their load , Or whilft the produce of the year Is gathering , and in safety stow'd . VI . He pleas'd , in days autumnal fees The VI . He ( 107 ) A WINTER ...
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Page 117 - WHILE at the helm of state you ride, Our nation's envy, and its pride ; While foreign courts with wonder gaze, And curse those councils which they praise; Would you not wonder, sir, to view Your bard a greater man than you ? Which that he is, you cannot doubt, When you have read the sequel out. You know, great sir, that ancient fellows, Philosophers, and such folks, tell us, No great analogy between Greatness and happiness is seen. If then, as it might follow straight, Wretched to be, is to be great....
Page 7 - In fome fair villa's peaceful bound, To catch foft hints from nature's tongue, And bid ARCADIA bloom around: Whether we fringe the •Hoping hill, Or fmoothe below the verdant mead ; Whether we break the falling rill, Or thro...
Page 223 - Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark, With eyes that hardly served at most To guard their master 'gainst a post; Yet round the world the blade has been, To see whatever could be seen.
Page 225 - I'll eat him." He said : then full before their sight Produced the beast, and lo! — 'twas white. Both stared, the man looked wondrous wise — "My children," the chameleon cries, (Then first the creature found a tongue), "You all are right, and all are wrong: When next you talk of what you view, Think others see as well as you: Nor wonder, if you find that none Prefers your eyesight to his own.
Page 4 - By her aufpicious aid refin'd ; Lo ! not an hedge-row hawthorn blows, Or humble hare-bell paints the plain, Or valley winds, or fountain flows...
Page 82 - To print, or not to print — that is the question. Whether 'tis better in a trunk to bury The quirks and crotchets of outrageous fancy, Or send a well wrote copy to the press...
Page 225 - Twere no great loss," the friend replies; "For if they always serve you thus, You'll find them but of little use." So high at last the contest rose, From words they almost came to blows: When luckily came by a third; To him the question they referred; And begged he'd tell them, if he knew, Whether the thing was green or blue. "Sirs," cries the umpire, "cease your pother, The creature's neither one nor t'other.
Page 80 - See what a little dab of dirt is here ! But yields all Warwick more, O tell me where...
Page 224 - And what a length of tail behind! How slow its pace! And then its hue, — Who ever saw so fine a blue?
Page 225 - I'll lay my life the thing is blue.' — . ' And I'll be sworn that when you've seen The reptile, you'll pronounce him green.' ' Well, then, at once to ease the doubt,' Replies the man, ' I'll turn him out : And when before your eyes I've set him, If you don't find him black, I'll eat him.