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... Once on the stage , in Rome's declining days , When Chriftians were the fubject of their plays , E'er perfecution dropp'd her iron rod , And men ftill wag'd an impious war with God , An actor flourish'd of no vulgar fame , Nature's ...
... Once on the stage , in Rome's declining days , When Chriftians were the fubject of their plays , E'er perfecution dropp'd her iron rod , And men ftill wag'd an impious war with God , An actor flourish'd of no vulgar fame , Nature's ...
Sida 70
... once , tho ' Cibber's perter vein But meanly groupes him with a num'rous train , With steady face , and fober hum'rous mien , Fill'd the ftrong outlines of the comic scene . What was writ down , with decent utt'rance spoke , Betray'd no ...
... once , tho ' Cibber's perter vein But meanly groupes him with a num'rous train , With steady face , and fober hum'rous mien , Fill'd the ftrong outlines of the comic scene . What was writ down , with decent utt'rance spoke , Betray'd no ...
Sida 72
... once , to please a trifling age , Good fenfe , good manners , virtue , and the stage ! " Tis not enough the Voice be found and clear , " Tis modulation that must charm the ear . When defperate heroines grieve with tedious moan , And ...
... once , to please a trifling age , Good fenfe , good manners , virtue , and the stage ! " Tis not enough the Voice be found and clear , " Tis modulation that must charm the ear . When defperate heroines grieve with tedious moan , And ...
Sida 82
... once upon my name , Which fome have done with greater stress , Who know me , and who love me lefs . Poets are very harmless things , Unless you teaze one till he stings ; And when affronts are plainly meant , We're bound in honour to ...
... once upon my name , Which fome have done with greater stress , Who know me , and who love me lefs . Poets are very harmless things , Unless you teaze one till he stings ; And when affronts are plainly meant , We're bound in honour to ...
Sida 84
... once , a wag in modern days , When all are in these bribing ways , His fhillings to dispense unable , Scrap'd half the fruit from off the table , And walking gravely thro ' the croud , Which stood obfequiously , and bow'd , To keep the ...
... once , a wag in modern days , When all are in these bribing ways , His fhillings to dispense unable , Scrap'd half the fruit from off the table , And walking gravely thro ' the croud , Which stood obfequiously , and bow'd , To keep the ...
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Sida 238 - 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 254 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Sida 242 - 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 240 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Sida 244 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sida 240 - 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 252 - 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 256 - 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, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Sida 254 - 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 53 - Shakefpear leads the mind a dance'^ From France to England, hence to France, Talk not to me of time and place ; I own I'm happy in the chace. Whether the drama's here or there, 'Tis nature...