The Works of the British Poets, 10. kötetJohn & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 oldal |
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xvii. oldal
... Satirical Epiftles made their appearance ; and has therefore the merit of giving the lead to that kind of writing . It contains much juft fatire , good veríe , and laughable humour . The country ' fquire , who welcomes his friend with a ...
... Satirical Epiftles made their appearance ; and has therefore the merit of giving the lead to that kind of writing . It contains much juft fatire , good veríe , and laughable humour . The country ' fquire , who welcomes his friend with a ...
17. oldal
... Satire on Woman , which should have been the gayeft of all . An excellent critic of our own , commends Boileau's clofenefs , or , as he calls it , preffuefs , par- ticularly ; whereas , it appears to me , that repeti- tion is his fault ...
... Satire on Woman , which should have been the gayeft of all . An excellent critic of our own , commends Boileau's clofenefs , or , as he calls it , preffuefs , par- ticularly ; whereas , it appears to me , that repeti- tion is his fault ...
18. oldal
... SATIRE I. TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF DORSET , Tanto major Famæ fitis eft , quam -Juv . Sat. x . " Virtutis . " My verfe is fatire ; Dorfet , lend your car , And patronife a mufe you cannot fear . To poets facred is a Dorfct's name : Their ...
... SATIRE I. TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF DORSET , Tanto major Famæ fitis eft , quam -Juv . Sat. x . " Virtutis . " My verfe is fatire ; Dorfet , lend your car , And patronife a mufe you cannot fear . To poets facred is a Dorfct's name : Their ...
19. oldal
... Satire had I thy Dorfet's force divine , A knave or fool fhould perish in each line ; Though for the first all Westminster should plead , And for the laft all Gresham intercede . Begin . Who firft the catalogue fhall grace ? To quality ...
... Satire had I thy Dorfet's force divine , A knave or fool fhould perish in each line ; Though for the first all Westminster should plead , And for the laft all Gresham intercede . Begin . Who firft the catalogue fhall grace ? To quality ...
20. oldal
... SATIRE II . My mufe , proceed , and reach thy deftin'd end ; Though toils and danger the bold task attend . Heroes and God's make other poems fine ; Plain fatire calls for fenfe in every line : Then , to what fwarms thy faults I dare ...
... SATIRE II . My mufe , proceed , and reach thy deftin'd end ; Though toils and danger the bold task attend . Heroes and God's make other poems fine ; Plain fatire calls for fenfe in every line : Then , to what fwarms thy faults I dare ...
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217. oldal - 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.
217. oldal - 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.
217. oldal - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
223. oldal - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
63. oldal - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
247. oldal - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
231. oldal - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
220. oldal - 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.
14. oldal - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
379. oldal - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation...