The British Martial: Or, An Anthology of English Epigrams: Being the Largest Collection Ever Published. With Some Originals, 1. kötetR. Phillips, 1806 |
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viii. oldal
... beauty of thought and forcible expression . And this brings me more immediately to speak of the subject in hand ; and I beg thy patient hearing , while I lay before thee the fruits of my long experience and researches in the general ...
... beauty of thought and forcible expression . And this brings me more immediately to speak of the subject in hand ; and I beg thy patient hearing , while I lay before thee the fruits of my long experience and researches in the general ...
ix. oldal
... BEAUTY , and POINT , to each of which I shall advert in order : and first in regard to Brevity , they are not limited to any determinate number of lines , though the shorter they are in general the better , as thou in thy sapience and ...
... BEAUTY , and POINT , to each of which I shall advert in order : and first in regard to Brevity , they are not limited to any determinate number of lines , though the shorter they are in general the better , as thou in thy sapience and ...
4. oldal
... beauty , goodness , suff'ring all in you ; So mournful is the scene , ' tis hard to tell , Which face betrays the sick , or who is well . They feel not their own pains , while yours they share , Worse tortured now , than lately by ...
... beauty , goodness , suff'ring all in you ; So mournful is the scene , ' tis hard to tell , Which face betrays the sick , or who is well . They feel not their own pains , while yours they share , Worse tortured now , than lately by ...
8. oldal
... beauty's form ; yet happier he Who hangs enamour'd on thy song , And drinks the music of thy tongue : Almost a god is he who sips The balmy nectar of thy lips ; But oh ! to whom you all resign , Is quite immortal and divine . XIX . ON ...
... beauty's form ; yet happier he Who hangs enamour'd on thy song , And drinks the music of thy tongue : Almost a god is he who sips The balmy nectar of thy lips ; But oh ! to whom you all resign , Is quite immortal and divine . XIX . ON ...
28. oldal
... beauty , so charming thy song , As had drawn both the beasts , and their Orpheus along ; But so great is thy av'rice , and such is thy pride That the beasts must have starv'd , and the poet have died . LXIII . NOTHING HAVE , NOTHINg ...
... beauty , so charming thy song , As had drawn both the beasts , and their Orpheus along ; But so great is thy av'rice , and such is thy pride That the beasts must have starv'd , and the poet have died . LXIII . NOTHING HAVE , NOTHINg ...
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3. oldal - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
120. oldal - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
16. oldal - Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
56. oldal - And yet the tender fool's in tears, When she believes I'll leave her : Would I were free from this restraint, Or else had hopes to win her : Would she could make of me a saint, Or I of her a sinner !" What a conquering air there is about these ! What an irresistible Mr.
220. oldal - As those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life at last — but breathing clay, Without one pang, is glad to fall away. Unhappy he who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd lingering on from partial death to death, Till dying, all he can resign is breath.
230. oldal - See ! see, she wakes — Sabina wakes ! And now the sun begins to rise ? Less glorious is the morn, that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. With light united, day they give ; But different fates ere night fulfil : How many by his warmth will live ! How many will her coldness kill !
15. oldal - In vain, poor sable son of woe, Thou seek'st the tender tear ; From thee in vain with pangs they flow, For mercy dwells not here. From cannibals thou fled'st in vain ; Lawyers less quarter give ; The first won't eat you till you're slain, The last will do't alive.
38. oldal - FALSE though She be to me and Love; I'll ne'er pursue revenge! For still the Charmer I approve; Though I deplore her change! In hours of bliss, we oft have met; They could not always last! And though the present I regret; I'm grateful for the past!
42. oldal - I'll tell the signs by which you may The wandering shepherdess discover. " Coquet and coy at once her air, Both studied, though both seem neglected; Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected. " With skill her eyes dart every glance, Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them ; For she'd persuade they wound by chance.
229. oldal - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give ; See him, when starved to death and turn'd to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown, He ask'd for bread, and he received a stone.