The New Foundling Hospital for Wit: Being a Collection of Fugitive Pieces, in Prose and Verse, Not in Any Other Collection. With Several Pieces Never Before Published, 4. kötetJohn Almon J. Debrett, 1784 |
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... wishes to a profp'rous end ; Give him but gold enough , your work is done ; He'll bribe the fenate , and then all's your own . Now is your time to push for Britain's crown , And fix king James the third upon the throne . A pow'rful ...
... wishes to a profp'rous end ; Give him but gold enough , your work is done ; He'll bribe the fenate , and then all's your own . Now is your time to push for Britain's crown , And fix king James the third upon the throne . A pow'rful ...
13. oldal
... wish it was done , In fpite of all Semple + may fay ; Since they won't march or fight , Difband them outright , And strip them of cloaths and of pay . We have fometimes been told , That the English of old Have fled from their enemies ...
... wish it was done , In fpite of all Semple + may fay ; Since they won't march or fight , Difband them outright , And strip them of cloaths and of pay . We have fometimes been told , That the English of old Have fled from their enemies ...
41. oldal
... wish to be retir'd , Into this private room I'm turn'd ; As if their wifdom had confpir'd The falamander fhould be burn'd . Or , like those fophifts who would drown a fish , I am condemn'd to fuffer what I wish . V. The Cynic hugs his ...
... wish to be retir'd , Into this private room I'm turn'd ; As if their wifdom had confpir'd The falamander fhould be burn'd . Or , like those fophifts who would drown a fish , I am condemn'd to fuffer what I wish . V. The Cynic hugs his ...
45. oldal
... lye . Tell zeal it lacks devotion ; Tell love it is but lufte ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dufte . And wish them not replye , For thou must give the lye . Tell Tell age it daily wafteth ; Tell honour how it [ 45 ]
... lye . Tell zeal it lacks devotion ; Tell love it is but lufte ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dufte . And wish them not replye , For thou must give the lye . Tell Tell age it daily wafteth ; Tell honour how it [ 45 ]
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... wish'd - for epitaph we read , " Here lies the man that made the peace . " E. G. A SINGULAR ADVERTISEMENT VERSIFIED ... wishes that Lord Coleraine may be the object of your choice , as I know him to be a man of honour and principle , and ...
... wish'd - for epitaph we read , " Here lies the man that made the peace . " E. G. A SINGULAR ADVERTISEMENT VERSIFIED ... wishes that Lord Coleraine may be the object of your choice , as I know him to be a man of honour and principle , and ...
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154. oldal - SWEET maid, if thou would'st charm my sight, And bid these arms thy neck infold ; That rosy cheek, that lily hand, • Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.
154. oldal - Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
96. oldal - Chatillon, on her bridal morn That wept her bleeding Love, and princely Clare, And Anjou's heroine, and the paler rose, The rival of her crown and of her woes, And either Henry there, The murder'd saint, and the majestic lord That broke the bonds of Rome.
97. oldal - But hark ! the portals sound, and pacing forth With solemn steps and slow, High potentates, and dames of royal birth, And mitred fathers in long order go : Great Edward, with the lilies on his brow From haughty Gallia torn.
97. oldal - Anjou's heroine, and the paler Rose, The rival of her crown and of her woes, And either Henry there, The murder'd saint, and the majestic lord, That broke the bonds of Rome. (Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, Their human passions now no more, Save Charity, that glows beyond the tomb.) All that on Granta's fruitful plain Rich streams of regal bounty pour'd, And bade these awful fanes and turrets rise...
29. oldal - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
18. oldal - So have I feen the Tory race Long in the pouts for want of place, Never in humour, never well, Wifhing for what they dar'd not tell, Their heads with country-notions fraughtf Notions in town not worth a groat, Thefe tenets all reluctant quit, And ftep by ftep at laft fubmit To reafon, eloquence, and PITT.
102. oldal - Through the wild waves as they roar, With watchful eye and dauntlefs mien, Thy fteady courfe of honour keep, Nor fear the rocks, nor feek the fhore : The ftar of Brunfwick fmiles ferene, And gilds the horrors of the deep.
25. oldal - Neither in person nor in coin; Yet contemplation is a thing That renders what I have not, mine: My king from me what adamant can part, Whom I do wear engraven on my heart!
18. oldal - That foon fhe gives him, when he pleafes : Her ruby lips he next attacks :— She ftruggles ; — in a while fhe fmacks : Her fnowy breaft he then invades ; — That yields too after fome parades ; And of that fortrefs once pofleft, He quickly mafters all the reft.