The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volym 6Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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... kind of writing . The fubject is rather argumentative than poetical ; it is , however , a compofition of great excellence in its kind . The Hind and Pantber , the largest of all his original poems , exhibits the most correct fpecimen of ...
... kind of writing . The fubject is rather argumentative than poetical ; it is , however , a compofition of great excellence in its kind . The Hind and Pantber , the largest of all his original poems , exhibits the most correct fpecimen of ...
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... kind does bring , Who fafe in numbers cuff the noble bird . LXXXVIII . Among the Dutch thus Albemarle did fare : He could not conquer , and difdain'd to fly ; Past hope of falety , ' twas his latest care , Like falling Cefar , decently ...
... kind does bring , Who fafe in numbers cuff the noble bird . LXXXVIII . Among the Dutch thus Albemarle did fare : He could not conquer , and difdain'd to fly ; Past hope of falety , ' twas his latest care , Like falling Cefar , decently ...
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... Kind nature checks , and kinder fortune flights ; Striving against his quiet all he can , For the fine notion of a bufy man . | And what is that at best , but one , whose mind Is made to tire himself and all mankind ? For Ireland he ...
... Kind nature checks , and kinder fortune flights ; Striving against his quiet all he can , For the fine notion of a bufy man . | And what is that at best , but one , whose mind Is made to tire himself and all mankind ? For Ireland he ...
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... kind . Why should I then repine at heaven's decree , Which gives me no pretence to royalty ?. Yet oh that fate , propitioufly inclin'd , Had rais'd my birth , or had debas'd my mind ; To my large foul not all her treasure lent , And ...
... kind . Why should I then repine at heaven's decree , Which gives me no pretence to royalty ?. Yet oh that fate , propitioufly inclin'd , Had rais'd my birth , or had debas'd my mind ; To my large foul not all her treasure lent , And ...
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... kind conjunction of affifting flars . Here , labouring Mufe , thofe glorious chiefs rela That turn'd the doubtful fcale of David's fate ; The rest of that illuftrious band rehearse , Immortaliz'd in laurel'd Asaph's verfe : Hard task ...
... kind conjunction of affifting flars . Here , labouring Mufe , thofe glorious chiefs rela That turn'd the doubtful fcale of David's fate ; The rest of that illuftrious band rehearse , Immortaliz'd in laurel'd Asaph's verfe : Hard task ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volym 6 Robert Anderson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1795 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volym 6 Robert Anderson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1795 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volym 6 Robert Anderson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1795 |
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Sida 31 - 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 chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Sida 163 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Sida 40 - Doeg, though without knowing how or why, Made still a blundering kind of melody; Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in: Free from all meaning, whether good or bad, And, in one word, heroically mad, He was too warm on picking-work to dwell, But faggoted his notions as they fell, And, if they rhymed and rattled, all was well.
Sida 219 - And that, a sleeve embroider'd by his love. With Palamon, above the rest in place, Lycurgus came, the surly...
Sida 162 - Flushed with a purple grace, He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath. He comes ! he comes ! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Sida 59 - They who would prove religion by reason, do but weaken the cause which they endeavour to support, it is to take away the pillars from our faith, and to prop it only with a twig...
Sida iv - Perhaps no nation ever produced a writer that enriched his language with such variety of models. To him we owe the improvement, perhaps the completion, of our metre, the refinement of our language, and much of the correctness of our sentiments.
Sida 35 - Law they require, let law then show her face ; They could not be content to look on grace, Her hinder parts, but with a daring eye To tempt the terror of her front, and die. By their own arts 'tis righteously decreed, Those dire artificers of death shall bleed...
Sida 66 - To keep it in her power to damn and save. Scripture was scarce, and as the market went, Poor laymen took salvation on content, As needy men take money, good or bad ; God's word they had not, but the priest's they had.
Sida 139 - Strung each his lyre, and tun'd it high, That all the people of the sky Might know a poetess was born on earth ; And then, if ever, mortal ears Had heard the music of the spheres. And if no clust'ring swarm of bees...