Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784Thomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
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... pride , Unwilling grace the awkward victor's side . There fell our choicest youth , and from that day Mote never Sawney tune the merry lay ; Bless'd those which fell ! curs'd those which still survive 22 CHARLES CHURCHILL .
... pride , Unwilling grace the awkward victor's side . There fell our choicest youth , and from that day Mote never Sawney tune the merry lay ; Bless'd those which fell ! curs'd those which still survive 22 CHARLES CHURCHILL .
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... never deign'd to smile ; Like nature's bastards , reaping for our share What was rejected by the lawful heir ; Unknown amongst the nations of the earth , Or only known to raise contempt and mirth ; Long free , because the race of Roman ...
... never deign'd to smile ; Like nature's bastards , reaping for our share What was rejected by the lawful heir ; Unknown amongst the nations of the earth , Or only known to raise contempt and mirth ; Long free , because the race of Roman ...
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... never enter'd in creation's book ; Branded as traitors , who for love of gold Would sell their God , as once their king they sold ; Long have we borne this mighty weight of ill , These vile injurious taunts , and bear them still . But ...
... never enter'd in creation's book ; Branded as traitors , who for love of gold Would sell their God , as once their king they sold ; Long have we borne this mighty weight of ill , These vile injurious taunts , and bear them still . But ...
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... never know ) From house to house would ramble out , And every night a drunken - bout . For at a tavern he will spend His twenty shillings with a friend . Your rabbits fricasseed and chicken , With curious choice of dainty picking , Each ...
... never know ) From house to house would ramble out , And every night a drunken - bout . For at a tavern he will spend His twenty shillings with a friend . Your rabbits fricasseed and chicken , With curious choice of dainty picking , Each ...
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... never seen Her present majesty , the queen . Mrs. B. Lard ! we've no time for talking now , Hark ! -one - two - three - ' tis twelve I vow . Mrs. S. Kitty , my things , -I'll soon have done , It's time enough , you know , at one . -Why ...
... never seen Her present majesty , the queen . Mrs. B. Lard ! we've no time for talking now , Hark ! -one - two - three - ' tis twelve I vow . Mrs. S. Kitty , my things , -I'll soon have done , It's time enough , you know , at one . -Why ...
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ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom BORN bosom brave breast breath charms dear death delight dreadful dydd e'er earth eternal Eulogius ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear frae FRANCIS FAWKES genius GEORGE ALEXANDER STEVENS grief hand hear heart Heaven honour hour human JAMES GRAINGER kynge labour Lord mild ale mind MONODY mournful nature nature's night Night Thoughts numbers o'er pain pale Palemon passions PAUL WHITEHEAD peace plain pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor pow'r praise pride rage reign rise Rodmond round scene Selim shade shore skies sleep smile soft song soul spread swain sweet SWEET Auburn Syr Charles tears tender Thatt thee Thenne thine THOMAS CHATTERTON thou thought toil train trembling university of Edinburgh vale verse virtue voice wave wealth wild wings wretch wyfe wylle Wyth ynne youth
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Sida 284 - 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.
Sida 285 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Sida 290 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Sida 291 - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly...
Sida 286 - 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 ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Sida 191 - Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloudtopt head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.
Sida 440 - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee; 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. See nations slowly wise, and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
Sida 288 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'T is yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Sida 47 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Sida 287 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair, To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale...