Original Poems, Volume 2A. Kincaid and W. Creech, and J. Balfour, 1773 |
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Pagina 142
... Whose favours , like the fun , warm where you rowl , like him , have neither heat nor foul ; Yet you , So may your hats your foretops never prefs , Untouch'd your ribbons , facred be your drefs ; So may you flowly to old age advance ...
... Whose favours , like the fun , warm where you rowl , like him , have neither heat nor foul ; Yet you , So may your hats your foretops never prefs , Untouch'd your ribbons , facred be your drefs ; So may you flowly to old age advance ...
Pagina 178
... whose only fake Those doughty knights such dangers undertake , When they with happy gales are gone away , With your propitious prefence grace our play ; And with a figh their empty feats furvey : Then think ---- on that bare bench my ...
... whose only fake Those doughty knights such dangers undertake , When they with happy gales are gone away , With your propitious prefence grace our play ; And with a figh their empty feats furvey : Then think ---- on that bare bench my ...
Pagina 182
... whose care prefides O'er ev'ry noble art , and ev'ry science guides : Bathurst , a name the learn'd with reverence know , And scarcely more to his own Virgil owe ; Whofe age enjoys but what his youth deserv'd , To rule thofe Mufes whom ...
... whose care prefides O'er ev'ry noble art , and ev'ry science guides : Bathurst , a name the learn'd with reverence know , And scarcely more to his own Virgil owe ; Whofe age enjoys but what his youth deserv'd , To rule thofe Mufes whom ...
Pagina 183
... Whose kindness was religion to their guests . Such modesty did to our sex appear , As , had there been no laws , we need not fear , Since each of you was our protector here . Converse so chaste , and so strict virtue shown , As might ...
... Whose kindness was religion to their guests . Such modesty did to our sex appear , As , had there been no laws , we need not fear , Since each of you was our protector here . Converse so chaste , and so strict virtue shown , As might ...
Pagina 210
... whose ev'ry part , In due proportion mix'd , prcclaim'd the Maker's art . No fingle virtue we cou'd most commend , Whither the wife , the mother , or the friend ; For he was all , in that fupreme degree , That as no one prevail'd , fo ...
... whose ev'ry part , In due proportion mix'd , prcclaim'd the Maker's art . No fingle virtue we cou'd most commend , Whither the wife , the mother , or the friend ; For he was all , in that fupreme degree , That as no one prevail'd , fo ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
againſt Amyntas beauty Becauſe Befides beft beſt blood boaſt breaſt call'd caufe cauſe church confcience cou'd defign'd e'en ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid faith falfe fame fate fatire fave fear fects feen fenfe fhall fhould fighing fight fince firft firſt foes fome fons fool foon foul ftand ftill fubjects fuch fure fweet grace gueſt heav'n herſelf himſelf Hind houſe increaſe int'reft juft juſt kind king laft laſt laws leaſt lefs live lov'd moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er never o'er Panther play pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poets pow'r praife praiſe PROLOGUE race raiſe reafon reft reply'd reſt rhime rife ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhow ſky ſpace ſpeak ſpread ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtore thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought true try'd twas uſe virtue Whig Whofe whoſe wife worfe wou'd writ yourſelves
Populaire passages
Pagina 235 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Pagina 236 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Pagina 229 - OH last and best of Scots ! who didst maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign ; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thou did each in other live ; 5 Nor wouldst thou her, nor could she thee survive. Farewell, who dying didst support the state, And couldst not fall but with thy country's fate.
Pagina 221 - The bottom did the top appear ; Of deeper too and ampler floods, Which, as in mirrors, shew'd the woods ; Of lofty trees, with sacred shades, And perspectives of pleasant glades, Where nymphs of brightest form appear, And shaggy satyrs standing near, Which them at once admire and fear.
Pagina 236 - But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above.
Pagina 24 - Rebellion equals all, and those, who toil In common theft, will share the common spoil. Let her produce the title and the right, Against her old...
Pagina 147 - He's knight o' the shire, and represents ye all. From each he meets he culls whate'er he can; Legion's his name, a people in a man. His bulky folly gathers as it goes, And, rolling o'er you, like a snow-ball grows.
Pagina 147 - Another's diving bow he did adore, Which with a shog casts all the hair before, Till he, with full decorum, brings it back, And rises with a water-spaniel shake. 3» As for his songs, the ladies' dear delight, These sure he took from most of you who write.
Pagina 230 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Pagina 244 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, That soon they will be past redress ; But, ah ! the wretch that speechless lies, Attends but death to close his eyes.