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adesse Anacreon ANTISTROPHE bard beauty Behold beneath Bennet Langton bless'd bliss bloom bosom bower breast charms Clent hill Colley Cibber crown'd Damon dear delight e'en e'er fair faithless fame fancy fate fire flame flowers fond gentle glow gold Goldsmith grace grove heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Johnson kings labours Leasowes Lord lyre maid METASTASIO mihi mind mirth mournful muse native ne'er numbers nunc nymph o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion peace pensive plain pleasing pleasure POET praise pride quæ rage reign rill rise round rural SATIRE OF JUVENAL scene scorn seat shade shine shore shun sibi sigh sing skies smile soft song soul square miles Stella stream swain sweet tear thee thine thou tibi toil train trees Twas vale valley verse virtue virtue's vitæ wealth wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind youth
Pagina 29 - 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, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold,...
Pagina 16 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Pagina 46 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Pagina 21 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Pagina 37 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. ' But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. ' And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did. And so for him will I.
Pagina 22 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.
Pagina 19 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Pagina 45 - ... town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...
Pagina 13 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure. Still to ourselves in every place consign'd, Our own felicity we make or find : With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.