Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GaySamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... said apostle Did many an unbeliever jostle , Starting unfashionable fancies , And building truths on known romances . A third charge ran , that knowing well Wits only eat as pamphlets fell , He , the faid Selim , notwithstanding , Did ...
... said apostle Did many an unbeliever jostle , Starting unfashionable fancies , And building truths on known romances . A third charge ran , that knowing well Wits only eat as pamphlets fell , He , the faid Selim , notwithstanding , Did ...
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... said , Thofe Letters only rail'd for bread ; And hunger was a known excufe For prostitution and abuse : A guinea , properly apply'd , Had made the Writer change his fide ; He wish'd he had not cut and carv'd him , The court , he faid ...
... said , Thofe Letters only rail'd for bread ; And hunger was a known excufe For prostitution and abuse : A guinea , properly apply'd , Had made the Writer change his fide ; He wish'd he had not cut and carv'd him , The court , he faid ...
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... flutter'd , and trembled , How oft she said no , and how ill fhe diffembled ; Or how little David rejoic'd at the news , And fwore , from all others , ' twas her he would chufe ; # That rifing up to keep his word , He got 6 POEMS . MOORE'S.
... flutter'd , and trembled , How oft she said no , and how ill fhe diffembled ; Or how little David rejoic'd at the news , And fwore , from all others , ' twas her he would chufe ; # That rifing up to keep his word , He got 6 POEMS . MOORE'S.
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... said , began to falter , His eyes to ftare , his mouth to water , His breast to thump without ceffation , And all within one conflagration . Blefs me ! fays Fanny , what's the matter ? And lady Mary look'd hard at her , And ftamp'd ...
... said , began to falter , His eyes to ftare , his mouth to water , His breast to thump without ceffation , And all within one conflagration . Blefs me ! fays Fanny , what's the matter ? And lady Mary look'd hard at her , And ftamp'd ...
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... said , had known the prisoner From the first fun that ever rife on her ; And griev'd he was to fee her there ; But took upon himself to swear , There was not to be found in nature A fweeter or a better creature ; And if the king ( God ...
... said , had known the prisoner From the first fun that ever rife on her ; And griev'd he was to fee her there ; But took upon himself to swear , There was not to be found in nature A fweeter or a better creature ; And if the king ( God ...
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Page 281 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 278 - Elegy written in a Country Churchyard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 50 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Page 278 - 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 65 - Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye!
Page 276 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Page 62 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch...
Page 173 - Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall Dennis be ! if rigid fate incline, And many an epic to his rage shall yield; And many a poet quit th...
Page 102 - If the Author has hazarded, throughout, the use of English or modern allusions, he hopes it will not be imputed to an entire ignorance, or to the least disesteem of the ancient learning. He has kept the ancient plan and method in his eye, though he builds his edifice with the materials of his own nation.
Page 44 - Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, whose ev'ry vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take the pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe who own thy genial land.