Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 - 459 pages |
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... o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain . Others , on earth , o'er human race preside , Watch all their ways , and all their actions guide : Of these the chief the care of nations own , And guard with arms divine the British throne ...
... o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain . Others , on earth , o'er human race preside , Watch all their ways , and all their actions guide : Of these the chief the care of nations own , And guard with arms divine the British throne ...
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... o'er all her look ; She sees , and trembles at the ' approaching ill , Just in the jaws of ruin , and codille . And now ( as oft in some distemper'd state ) On one nice trick depends the general fate : An ace of hearts steps forth : the ...
... o'er all her look ; She sees , and trembles at the ' approaching ill , Just in the jaws of ruin , and codille . And now ( as oft in some distemper'd state ) On one nice trick depends the general fate : An ace of hearts steps forth : the ...
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... o'er her lap their careful plumes display'd , Trembling , and conscious of the rich brocade . Coffee ( which makes the politician wise , And see through all things with his half - shut eyes ) Sent up in vapours to the baron's brain New ...
... o'er her lap their careful plumes display'd , Trembling , and conscious of the rich brocade . Coffee ( which makes the politician wise , And see through all things with his half - shut eyes ) Sent up in vapours to the baron's brain New ...
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... o'er their heads the swelling bag he rent , And all the furies issued at the vent . Belinda burns with more than mortal ire , And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire . ' O wretched maid ! ' she spread her hands , and cry'd , ( While ...
... o'er their heads the swelling bag he rent , And all the furies issued at the vent . Belinda burns with more than mortal ire , And fierce Thalestris fans the rising fire . ' O wretched maid ! ' she spread her hands , and cry'd , ( While ...
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... o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wandering streams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the tinkling rills , • The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver to ...
... o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wandering streams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the tinkling rills , • The dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver to ...
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Balaam beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful dear death delight dread dreams dydd e'er eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond fools gentle golden reign grace grief groves hand hear heart Heav'n hour JOHN HENRY MOORE lord lov'd lyre maid maun maze of Fate mind morn mournful Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pensive pity pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pray'r pride proud rage raptures reign rills rise round sacred scene scorn shade shine sighs skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sprite strain sweet sweet oblivion sylphs tears tender Thalestris thee thine thou thought thro toil trembling Twas vale virtue wave ween weep wild wind wings wretch wyfe wylle wythe ynne youth
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Page 257 - But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease. The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever...
Page 246 - Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
Page 82 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 183 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew!
Page 365 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
Page 420 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Page 271 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 220 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 270 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt, at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
Page 273 - 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.