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Sida 20
... shall spread my glorious fame , And diftant Nations fhall record my name . But Phoebus never will I cease to fing , Latona's noble son , the mighty Bowyer - king . Thee Lycia and Mæonia , thee , great Pow'r , The bleft Miletus ...
... shall spread my glorious fame , And diftant Nations fhall record my name . But Phoebus never will I cease to fing , Latona's noble son , the mighty Bowyer - king . Thee Lycia and Mæonia , thee , great Pow'r , The bleft Miletus ...
Sida 27
... Shall scent each happy curate's room , Oft as in elbow - chair he smokes , And quaffs his ale , and cracks his jokes , So long , O * Brown , fhall last thy praise , Crown'd with Tobacco - leaf for bays ; And whofoe'er thy verse shall ...
... Shall scent each happy curate's room , Oft as in elbow - chair he smokes , And quaffs his ale , and cracks his jokes , So long , O * Brown , fhall last thy praise , Crown'd with Tobacco - leaf for bays ; And whofoe'er thy verse shall ...
Sida 32
... Shall I admire them for their measure ? Or do I fcorn the critic's rules Because I will not learn of fools ? Although Longinus ' full - mouth'd profe With all the force of genius glows ; Though Dionyfius ' learned tafte Is ever manly ...
... Shall I admire them for their measure ? Or do I fcorn the critic's rules Because I will not learn of fools ? Although Longinus ' full - mouth'd profe With all the force of genius glows ; Though Dionyfius ' learned tafte Is ever manly ...
Sida 51
... shall Taste presume to speak From its enclosures in the Greek ; But , all its fences broken down , Lie at the mercy of the town . Critic , I hear thy torrent rage , “ ' Tis blasphemy against that stage , " Which Æschylus his warmth ...
... shall Taste presume to speak From its enclosures in the Greek ; But , all its fences broken down , Lie at the mercy of the town . Critic , I hear thy torrent rage , “ ' Tis blasphemy against that stage , " Which Æschylus his warmth ...
Sida 52
... Shall ancient worth , or ancient fame Preclude the Moderns from their claim ? Must they be blockheads , dolts , and fools , Who write not up to Grecian rules ? Who tread in buskins or in focks . Must they be damn'd as Heterodox , Nor ...
... Shall ancient worth , or ancient fame Preclude the Moderns from their claim ? Must they be blockheads , dolts , and fools , Who write not up to Grecian rules ? Who tread in buskins or in focks . Must they be damn'd as Heterodox , Nor ...
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againſt Apollo Bard bleft BONNELL THORNTON breaſt burſting Cambridge cauſe Christ Church claffic Coll Comm Cornelius Gallus Delos e'en e'er eaſe ENVY erft Eſq ev'ry eyes facred fame fhall fhew fhou'd fibi fide filent fing firſt fome fong fons fools foul ftill ftrike ftrong fuch fure genius Gent George grace hæc heart himſelf Honourable inglorius John juſt king Lady Latona Lord lyre madneſs maſter meaſure Mifs moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers o'er Ovid fe Oxon pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe Propertius Quam raiſe rife ſay ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtage ſtate ſtill ſtudy taſte thee thefe themſelves theſe thine Thomas Thomas Salter thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Trin truth uſe verſe whofe Whoſe William WILLIAM HOGARTH wiſh wou'd youth
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Sida 239 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Sida 257 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Sida 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Sida 241 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Sida 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Sida 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Sida 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Sida 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Sida 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Sida 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...