Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1787 |
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vi. oldal
... dead , it is hoped that the revival of it at this juncture will answer the same good pur- poses intended by the Author in its original com- position . The other , entitled Dies Novissima ; or , The Last Epiphany , a Pindaric ode , on ...
... dead , it is hoped that the revival of it at this juncture will answer the same good pur- poses intended by the Author in its original com- position . The other , entitled Dies Novissima ; or , The Last Epiphany , a Pindaric ode , on ...
24. oldal
... dead ; A little rubbish loosely scatter'd o'er Their bodies uninterr'd , lay round the door : No fun'ral rites to any here were paid , But dead , like dogs , into the dust convey'd . 170 175 185 From hence , by Reason's conduct I was ...
... dead ; A little rubbish loosely scatter'd o'er Their bodies uninterr'd , lay round the door : No fun'ral rites to any here were paid , But dead , like dogs , into the dust convey'd . 170 175 185 From hence , by Reason's conduct I was ...
47. oldal
... dead ! 20 The brightest nymph , the princess of the plain , By an untimely dart untimely slain ! STREPH . Dead ! ' tis impossible ! she cannot die ! She's too divine , too much a deity : ' Tis a false rumour Some ill swains have spread ...
... dead ! 20 The brightest nymph , the princess of the plain , By an untimely dart untimely slain ! STREPH . Dead ! ' tis impossible ! she cannot die ! She's too divine , too much a deity : ' Tis a false rumour Some ill swains have spread ...
48. oldal
... dead . Cos . Ah ! no ; the truth in ev'ry face appears , For ev'ry face you meet's o'erflow'd with tears . Trembling and pale I ran thro ' all the plain , From flock to flock , and ask'd of ev'ry swain , But each , scarce lifting his ...
... dead . Cos . Ah ! no ; the truth in ev'ry face appears , For ev'ry face you meet's o'erflow'd with tears . Trembling and pale I ran thro ' all the plain , From flock to flock , and ask'd of ev'ry swain , But each , scarce lifting his ...
49. oldal
... dead ! 65 Cos . If e'er I sing , they shall be mournful lays Of great Celestia's name , Celestia's praise ; How good she was , how generous , how wise ! How beautiful her shape , how bright her eyes ! How charming all ! how much she was ...
... dead ! 65 Cos . If e'er I sing , they shall be mournful lays Of great Celestia's name , Celestia's praise ; How good she was , how generous , how wise ! How beautiful her shape , how bright her eyes ! How charming all ! how much she was ...
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Achilles Amyntas arms beauteous beauty behold blefs'd breaſt bright Cephalus charms Congreve death defire Delia delight dread earth eaſe eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes face facred faid fair fame fate fear feem fhall fhining fhould fhows fighs fing fire firft firſt flain flame flow'rs foft fome fong foon forrows ftill fuch fure give goddeſs gods grace grief heart Heav'n heav'nly himſelf honour huſband immortal Jove laft LAMENTATION lefs light live lov'd lover lyre maid mighty mind moft mortal moſt mourn Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er Otreus paffion pain peace Phrygia Pindar pleafing pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe Priam Procris purſues raiſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkies ſkill soul ſtate ſtill tears tender thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thro Thucydides Tithonus verfe verſe vex'd weep whofe whoſe wretched youth
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23. oldal - Baboons and apes ridiculous we find; For what ? for ill refembling humankind. " None are for being what they are in fault, " But for not being what they would be thought." Thus I, dear Friend! to you my thoughts impart, As to one perfect in the Pleafing art;
145. oldal - Let not her years exceed, if equal thine, For women past their vigour soon decline. Her fortune competent; and if thy sight Can reach so far, take care 'tis gather'd right. If thine's enough, then her's may be the less: Do not aspire to riches in excess; For that which makes our lives delightful prove,
13. oldal - Give life an edge so keen, no surly care Would venture to assault my soul, or dare Near my retreat, to hide one secret snare. But so divine, so noble, a repast I'd seldom, and with moderation taste; 135
67. oldal - all that heav'n of beauty come! And muft Paftora moulder in the tomb! Ah, Death! more fierce and unrelenting far Than wildeft wolves or favage tigers are; With lambs and flieep their hungers are appeas'd, But ravenous Death the
37. oldal - he fits upon, Whofe memory of found is long fince gone, And purpofely annihilated for his throne; Beneath two foft tranfparent clouds do meet, In which he feems to fink his fofter feet; A melancholy thought, condens'd to air, Stol'n from a lover in defpair, Like a thin mantle
109. oldal - and laid his paffion ; The fhepherd ceas'd reviling, And fung this recantation. PALINODE. " How engaging, how endearing, '* Is a lover's pain and care! ** And what joy the nymph's appearing " After abfence or defpair! " Women wife increafe defiring, •* By contriving kind delays, " And advancing or retiring, " All they mean is more to pleafe.
140. oldal - A thorny bramble pricks her tender breast; In warbling melody she spends the night, And moves at once compassion and delight. No choice had e'er so happy an event But he that made it did that choice repent. So weak's our judgment, and so short's our
13. oldal - Courage to look bold Danger in the face; No fear, but only to be proud or base ; Quick to advise, by an emergence prest, 115 To give good counsel, or to take the best: I'd have th'expression of her thoughts be such, She might not seem reserv'd, nor talk too much ; That shews a want of judgment and of sense ; More than enough is but impertinence:
91. oldal - authors, too, by their fuccefs of late, Begin to think third days are out of date. What can the caufe be that our plays wont keep, Unlefs they have a rot fome years, like fheep.' For our parts, we confefs we're quite afham'd To read fuch weekly bills of poets damn'd.
112. oldal - In whom there are the least remains Of piety or fear, His tribute brings of joyful sacrifice, For pardon prays, and for protection flies: Nay, the inanimate creation give, By prompt obedience to his word, Instinctive honour to their Lord, And shame the thinking world who in