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... poet's frantic rage , Cropt his luxuriance bold , and blended taught The flow of numbers with the ftrength of thought . Nor , Cowley , be thy Muse forgot ! which strays In wit's ambiguous flowery maze , With many a pointed turn and ...
... poet's frantic rage , Cropt his luxuriance bold , and blended taught The flow of numbers with the ftrength of thought . Nor , Cowley , be thy Muse forgot ! which strays In wit's ambiguous flowery maze , With many a pointed turn and ...
Sida 64
... youth degenerate shame The glories of Eliza's name ! But with the poet's frenzy bold , Such as infpir'd her bards of old , Pluck the green laurel from the hand of fame ! The The ACTOR . ADDRESS'D TO BONNELL THORNTON , Esq . [ 64 ]
... youth degenerate shame The glories of Eliza's name ! But with the poet's frenzy bold , Such as infpir'd her bards of old , Pluck the green laurel from the hand of fame ! The The ACTOR . ADDRESS'D TO BONNELL THORNTON , Esq . [ 64 ]
Sida 69
... poet's art , No tragic hero but admires a start . What though unfeeling of the nervous line , Who but allows his attitude is fine ? While a whole minute equipois'd he stands , Till praise dismiss him with her echoing hands ! Refolv'd ...
... poet's art , No tragic hero but admires a start . What though unfeeling of the nervous line , Who but allows his attitude is fine ? While a whole minute equipois'd he stands , Till praise dismiss him with her echoing hands ! Refolv'd ...
Sida 71
... poet's wit ; With her delighted o'er each scene I go , Well - pleas'd , and not asham'd of being fo . But let the generous Actor ftill forbear To copy features with a Mimic's care ! ' Tis a poor skill , which ev'ry fool can reach , A ...
... poet's wit ; With her delighted o'er each scene I go , Well - pleas'd , and not asham'd of being fo . But let the generous Actor ftill forbear To copy features with a Mimic's care ! ' Tis a poor skill , which ev'ry fool can reach , A ...
Sida 79
... Poets to ages yet unborn appeal , And latest times th ' Eternal Nature feel . Tho ' blended here the praise of bard and ... poet's name . The pliant muscles of the various face , The mien that gave each sentence strength and grace , The ...
... Poets to ages yet unborn appeal , And latest times th ' Eternal Nature feel . Tho ' blended here the praise of bard and ... poet's name . The pliant muscles of the various face , The mien that gave each sentence strength and grace , The ...
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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...