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Sida 58
... thus , who ftands alone- But why repeat what You have shown ? How true , how perfect , and how well , The feelings of our hearts must tell . EPIS- EPISTLE to J - B- Efq . 1757 . AS [ 58 ] And tore the leaf from nature's book. ...
... thus , who ftands alone- But why repeat what You have shown ? How true , how perfect , and how well , The feelings of our hearts must tell . EPIS- EPISTLE to J - B- Efq . 1757 . AS [ 58 ] And tore the leaf from nature's book. ...
Sida 70
... tell : No pleasing pow'rs distortions e'er express , And nicer judgment always loaths excess . In sock or buskin , who o'erleaps the bounds , Difgufts our reason , and the taste confounds . Of all the evils which the stage moleft , I ...
... tell : No pleasing pow'rs distortions e'er express , And nicer judgment always loaths excess . In sock or buskin , who o'erleaps the bounds , Difgufts our reason , and the taste confounds . Of all the evils which the stage moleft , I ...
Sida 76
... Tell me , nor count the question too severe , Why need the dismal powder'd forms appear ? When chilling horrors fhake th ' affrighted king , And guilt torments him with her fcorpion fting ; When keenest feelings at his bofom pull , And ...
... Tell me , nor count the question too severe , Why need the dismal powder'd forms appear ? When chilling horrors fhake th ' affrighted king , And guilt torments him with her fcorpion fting ; When keenest feelings at his bofom pull , And ...
Sida 88
... tell me , and confult your pride , ( Set Garrick for a while afide ) How cou'd you , George , with patience bear , The critic profing in the play'r ? Some of that calling have I known , Who hold no judgment like their own ; And yet ...
... tell me , and confult your pride , ( Set Garrick for a while afide ) How cou'd you , George , with patience bear , The critic profing in the play'r ? Some of that calling have I known , Who hold no judgment like their own ; And yet ...
Sida 125
... tell thee , old fwaggerer ; he was a poor , blind , rhyming rascal , that liv'd obfcurely up and down in booths and tap - houses , and scarce ever made a good meal in his fleep , the whorefon hungry beggar . Ovid fe . He fays well : Nay ...
... tell thee , old fwaggerer ; he was a poor , blind , rhyming rascal , that liv'd obfcurely up and down in booths and tap - houses , and scarce ever made a good meal in his fleep , the whorefon hungry beggar . Ovid fe . He fays well : Nay ...
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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...