Bell's Edition, 83-84. kötetJ. Bell, 1777 |
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38. oldal
... POET . Well , as your wages ftill are due I'll bear Your rude impertinence this time of year . [ ever , SERV . Some ... poet and his fervant, 38 A dialogue between a poet and his servant, 38.
... POET . Well , as your wages ftill are due I'll bear Your rude impertinence this time of year . [ ever , SERV . Some ... poet and his fervant, 38 A dialogue between a poet and his servant, 38.
42. oldal
... POET . Tom , fetch a cane , a whip , a club , a stone- SERV . For what ? POET . A fword , a pistol , or a gun : I'll shoot the dog . SERV . Lord ! who would be a wit ? He's in a mad or in a rhyming fit . 115 POET . Fly , fly , you ...
... POET . Tom , fetch a cane , a whip , a club , a stone- SERV . For what ? POET . A fword , a pistol , or a gun : I'll shoot the dog . SERV . Lord ! who would be a wit ? He's in a mad or in a rhyming fit . 115 POET . Fly , fly , you ...
68. oldal
... poet with a poet's flame ; 15 With his your gen'rous raptures ftill afpire ; The critick kindles when the bard's on fire : But when fome lame fome limping line demands The friendly fuccour of your healing hands , The feather of your pen ...
... poet with a poet's flame ; 15 With his your gen'rous raptures ftill afpire ; The critick kindles when the bard's on fire : But when fome lame fome limping line demands The friendly fuccour of your healing hands , The feather of your pen ...
Tartalomjegyzék
The Mimick 46 | 30 |
So may your hours foftfliding ſteal away | 46 |
An epitaph infcribed on a ſtone that covers his | 52 |
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Æneid arms Atrides beauties blefs blooming bold bands bow'rs brave breaſt breathe bright charms CHRISTOPHER PITT death defcends deſtroy diſplay Dolon dreadful earth Elijah Fenton Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fair fame feas fhades fhall fhines fhores fhould fierce fighs filent fing fkies flain flames fleep flies flood flow'rs fmiles fome fong fons foul fpring ftill ftorms ftreams fuch fweet fwell glitt'ring gods grace Greece ground heav'n hoft horrours hoſts hour Iliad Jove King loft lyre Medea moſt Mufe muſt night nymph o'er paſs Pimperne PITT plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet pow'r praiſe proud Pylian rife riſe Rofe ſcene ſhades ſhall ſhe ſhining ſhores ſkies ſky ſpeak ſpread ſtate ſteeds ſtill Talus tears thee thefe theſe thoſe thou thouſand thro thunder tow'rs tranflation trembling Troy Typhoeus Ulyffes virgin whofe WILLIAM BROOME winds woes youth