Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Volume 2T. Evans, 1774 |
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... fight a duel . And each cool wit would meet his brother , To pink and tilt at one another . Jealous of every puff of fame , The idle whift'ling of a name , The property of half a line , Whether a comma's yours or mine , Shall make a ...
... fight a duel . And each cool wit would meet his brother , To pink and tilt at one another . Jealous of every puff of fame , The idle whift'ling of a name , The property of half a line , Whether a comma's yours or mine , Shall make a ...
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... fight , That thus a quadruped fhould write ; Read but the papers , and you'll fee More prodigies of wit than me ; Grown men and Sparrows taught to dance , By monfieur Passerat from France ; The learned dog , the learned mare , The ...
... fight , That thus a quadruped fhould write ; Read but the papers , and you'll fee More prodigies of wit than me ; Grown men and Sparrows taught to dance , By monfieur Passerat from France ; The learned dog , the learned mare , The ...
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... fight , Of the more fecret precious hair , + " And something else of little Size , You know where . " If fuch Authorities prevail , To varnish o'er this petty fin , I plead a pardon for my tale , And having hemm'd and cough'd - begin ...
... fight , Of the more fecret precious hair , + " And something else of little Size , You know where . " If fuch Authorities prevail , To varnish o'er this petty fin , I plead a pardon for my tale , And having hemm'd and cough'd - begin ...
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... fight the rofe for your complexion ; Or I could make up fweeteft pofies , Fit fragrance for the ladies ' nofes , Which drooping , on your breaft reclining , Should all be withering , dying , pining , Which every fongfter can display , I ...
... fight the rofe for your complexion ; Or I could make up fweeteft pofies , Fit fragrance for the ladies ' nofes , Which drooping , on your breaft reclining , Should all be withering , dying , pining , Which every fongfter can display , I ...
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... fight . I would not for the world be heard , To utter such unseemly word , Which the politer parfon fears To mention to politer ears . But , could a female form be shown , ( The thought , perhaps , is not my own ) Where every ...
... fight . I would not for the world be heard , To utter such unseemly word , Which the politer parfon fears To mention to politer ears . But , could a female form be shown , ( The thought , perhaps , is not my own ) Where every ...
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Apollo's AUTHOR Bard beſt bleft breaſt cauſe cloſe dame decus Delos dreft dull dunce e'en e'er eaſe eaſy Engliſh erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fame fancy fatire feek fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fibi filk fimple firft firſt fkies flame fober foes folks fome fons fool foul ftill ftrength ftrife ftrong fuch fure genius grace gueſt Hæc hate heart himſelf inglorius Juft king laft Latona lyre meaſure mind miſtreſs moft moſt mufe muft Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue Quæ quam raiſe reaſon rhime rhyme rife ROBERT LLOYD ſcarce ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſuch Tafte taſte tell thee themſelves theſe things thoſe thou thouſand thro throne uſe VALOIS verfe verſe whofe Whoſe wife wiſh woes wond'rous wou'd write
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Page 188 - 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.
Page 192 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 190 - The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 198 - 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...
Page 204 - 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...
Page 200 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 198 - Their name, their years, fpelt by th' unletter'd Mufe, The place of fame and elegy fupply : And many a holy text around fhe ftrews, That teach the ruftic moralift to dye.
Page 196 - Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Page 190 - 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.
Page 198 - For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall...