Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, 5-6. kötetJ. Bell, 1789 |
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5. oldal
... boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd pow'r , Though oft she mourns those ills she cannot cure . 100 The worthy court her , and the worthless fear ; Who shun her piercing eye , that eye revere . Her awful voice the vain and vile obey , And ...
... boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd pow'r , Though oft she mourns those ills she cannot cure . 100 The worthy court her , and the worthless fear ; Who shun her piercing eye , that eye revere . Her awful voice the vain and vile obey , And ...
7. oldal
... boast ; Then where's the wrong , to gibbet high the name Of fools and knaves already dead to shame ? Oft ' SATIRE acts the faithful surgeon's part ; Generous and kind , though painful is her art : With caution bold , she only strikes to ...
... boast ; Then where's the wrong , to gibbet high the name Of fools and knaves already dead to shame ? Oft ' SATIRE acts the faithful surgeon's part ; Generous and kind , though painful is her art : With caution bold , she only strikes to ...
9. oldal
... maze of Truth You scan , And lend th ' informing clue to erring man : No more shall Reason boast her power divine , Her base eternal shook by Folly's mine ! Truth's sacred fort th ' exploded laugh shall win And Epist . 1 . AND PRECEPTIVE .
... maze of Truth You scan , And lend th ' informing clue to erring man : No more shall Reason boast her power divine , Her base eternal shook by Folly's mine ! Truth's sacred fort th ' exploded laugh shall win And Epist . 1 . AND PRECEPTIVE .
49. oldal
... boast of birth , Vain all the palms of old heroic worth ! At once a bankrupt , and a prosperous heir , Hilario bets - park , house , dissolve in air . With antique armor hung , his trophied rooms Descend to gamesters , prostitutes , and ...
... boast of birth , Vain all the palms of old heroic worth ! At once a bankrupt , and a prosperous heir , Hilario bets - park , house , dissolve in air . With antique armor hung , his trophied rooms Descend to gamesters , prostitutes , and ...
51. oldal
... boasted privilege how dear , How great the pride , to gain a Jockey's ear ! See , like a routed host , with headlong pace , Thy Members pour amid the mingling race ! All ask , what crowds the tumult could produce- Is Bedlam , or the ...
... boasted privilege how dear , How great the pride , to gain a Jockey's ear ! See , like a routed host , with headlong pace , Thy Members pour amid the mingling race ! All ask , what crowds the tumult could produce- Is Bedlam , or the ...
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adorn Bard beauty beauty's Behold blest bloom boast bold bosom breast breath Brentford bright Britain's charms Colley Cibber dare delight divine e'er Earl EPISTLE ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flow'rs folly fond fool form'd GARRICK genius give glow golden reign grace Graecian grove hand hate hear heart heav'n honor Houyhnhnm ibid JOHN DUNCOMBE kings Lady lie Fit Lord lyre MARGARET CAVENDISH merit mind Muse Muse's Nature's ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er PANEGYRICAL passion Pindar pleas'd poet Pope pow'r praise pride queen quid rage rapture reign rise sacred SATIRE SATIRE's scene scorn sense shade shame shew shine shun slaves smile soft song soul strains sweet taste tears thee thine thou thought thro toil truth tuneful verse vice virtue Virtue's voice wise youth ΤΟ
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26. oldal - Speak thou whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end, be thine ? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent ? For why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th...
35. oldal - Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Secure, whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat, Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat...
31. oldal - With listless eyes the dotard views the store, He views, and wonders that they please no more; Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless wines, And Luxury with sighs her slave resigns. Approach, ye minstrels, try the soothing strain, Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain: No sounds alas would touch th...
29. oldal - O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain; No joys to him pacific sceptres yield, War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field; Behold surrounding kings their pow'r combine, And one capitulate, and one resign, Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain; "Think nothing gain'd," he cries, "till nought remain, On Moscow's wall till Gothic standards fly, And all be mine beneath the Polar sky.
27. oldal - Should no disease thy torpid veins invade, Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade ; Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
22. oldal - LET observation, with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
36. oldal - There none are swept by sudden fate away, But all whom hunger spares with age decay: Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, 15 And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.
39. oldal - The common sewer of Paris and of Rome, With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
29. oldal - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
29. oldal - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.