The Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and SmollettJ. Nichol, 1855 - 254 pagini |
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Pagina 19
... live . Here let those reign whom pensions can incite To vote a patriot black , a courtier white ; Explain their country's dear - bought rights away , And plead for pirates 1 in the face of day ; With slavish tenets taint our poison'd ...
... live . Here let those reign whom pensions can incite To vote a patriot black , a courtier white ; Explain their country's dear - bought rights away , And plead for pirates 1 in the face of day ; With slavish tenets taint our poison'd ...
Pagina 20
... Live unregarded , unlamented die . For what but social guilt the friend endears ? Who shares Orgilio's crimes , his fortune shares . But thou , should tempting villany present All Marlborough hoarded , or all Villiers spent , Turn from ...
... Live unregarded , unlamented die . For what but social guilt the friend endears ? Who shares Orgilio's crimes , his fortune shares . But thou , should tempting villany present All Marlborough hoarded , or all Villiers spent , Turn from ...
Pagina 38
... live to please , must please to live . Then prompt no more the follies you decry , As tyrants doom their tools of guilt to die ; ' Tis yours , this night , to bid the reign commence Of rescued Nature , and reviving Sense ; To chase the ...
... live to please , must please to live . Then prompt no more the follies you decry , As tyrants doom their tools of guilt to die ; ' Tis yours , this night , to bid the reign commence Of rescued Nature , and reviving Sense ; To chase the ...
Pagina 70
... live the Romans ' slave , And scarce forsakes his native fields . TRANSLATION OF PART OF THE DIALOGUE BETWEEN HECTOR AND AN- FROM THE SIXTH BOOK OF HOMER'S DROMACHE . ILIAD . SHE ceased then godlike Hector answer'd kind , ( His various ...
... live the Romans ' slave , And scarce forsakes his native fields . TRANSLATION OF PART OF THE DIALOGUE BETWEEN HECTOR AND AN- FROM THE SIXTH BOOK OF HOMER'S DROMACHE . ILIAD . SHE ceased then godlike Hector answer'd kind , ( His various ...
Pagina 88
... live on its own resources , create its own world , and say , " My mind to me a kingdom is . " In 1712 he lost his wife , with whom he appears to have lived as happily as his morbid temperament and mortified feelings would permit . This ...
... live on its own resources , create its own world , and say , " My mind to me a kingdom is . " In 1712 he lost his wife , with whom he appears to have lived as happily as his morbid temperament and mortified feelings would permit . This ...
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Æsop Anacreon ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath blushes bosom breast breathe business bend charms COLLEY CIBBER Comus cries Cupid dart death delight Dr Johnson dread dress'd e'er Elegy Eton College eyes Faeries fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flies flowers genius gentle George Ashe glittering Goddess gold grace Gray grove hand head heart Hesiod honour Johnson Jove king lady lazy lakes Lord mind Mirth Muse never night numbers nymph o'er Odin Ovid pain Parnell passion peace plain pleasure poems poet poetry Pope praise Preluding music pride rage reign rise round rove sacred scene scorn Scriblerus Club shade shine sighs sing skies smiles soft song soul Stella swains sweet tear thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil tongue toy'd tuneful Twas vale verse virtue voice wind wing youth
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Pagina 201 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pagina 158 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Pagina 175 - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Pagina 30 - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee: Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
Pagina 161 - 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...
Pagina 177 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Pagina 200 - 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. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 166 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
Pagina 165 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Pagina 202 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...