A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - 484 oldal |
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... writer's wit ; 155 Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And justify their author's want of sense . Let them be all by thy own model made Of dulness , and desire no foreign aid ; That they to future ages may be known , 100 ...
... writer's wit ; 155 Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And justify their author's want of sense . Let them be all by thy own model made Of dulness , and desire no foreign aid ; That they to future ages may be known , 100 ...
7. oldal
... write thy best , and top ; and , in each line , Sir Formal's oratory will be thine : Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill , And does thy northern dedications fill . 170 Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to fame , By ...
... write thy best , and top ; and , in each line , Sir Formal's oratory will be thine : Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill , And does thy northern dedications fill . 170 Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to fame , By ...
7. oldal
... writer's wit ; 155 Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And justify their author's want of sense . Let them be all by thy own model made Of dulness , and desire no foreign aid ; That they to future ages may be known , 100 ...
... writer's wit ; 155 Yet still thy fools shall stand in thy defence , And justify their author's want of sense . Let them be all by thy own model made Of dulness , and desire no foreign aid ; That they to future ages may be known , 100 ...
7. oldal
... write thy best , and top ; and , in each line , Sir Formal's oratory will be thine : Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill , And does thy northern dedications fill . 170 Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to fame , By ...
... write thy best , and top ; and , in each line , Sir Formal's oratory will be thine : Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill , And does thy northern dedications fill . 170 Nor let false friends seduce thy mind to fame , By ...
8. oldal
... write , 200 Thy inoffensive satires never bite ; In thy felonious heart though venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dies . Thy genius call thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics , but mild anagram . 205 Leave writing ...
... write , 200 Thy inoffensive satires never bite ; In thy felonious heart though venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dies . Thy genius call thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics , but mild anagram . 205 Leave writing ...
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71. oldal - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns ; To him no high, no low, no great, no small : He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
306. oldal - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
240. oldal - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
303. oldal - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught even toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed; These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
306. oldal - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
236. 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.
7. oldal - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
5. oldal - Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
11. oldal - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
319. oldal - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...