The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Band 401807 |
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... father of a nameless race , Shov'd from the wall perhaps , or rudely press'd , By his own son , that passes by unbless'd : 235 Still to his wench he crawls on knocking knees , And envies ev'ry sparrow that he sees . grace A salmon's ...
... father of a nameless race , Shov'd from the wall perhaps , or rudely press'd , By his own son , that passes by unbless'd : 235 Still to his wench he crawls on knocking knees , And envies ev'ry sparrow that he sees . grace A salmon's ...
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... father in the deep ; Then full against his Cornish lands they roar , 355 And two rich shipwrecks bless the lucky shore . Sir Balaam now , he lives like other folks , He takes his chirping pint , and cracks his jokes . Live like yourself ...
... father in the deep ; Then full against his Cornish lands they roar , 355 And two rich shipwrecks bless the lucky shore . Sir Balaam now , he lives like other folks , He takes his chirping pint , and cracks his jokes . Live like yourself ...
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... father's groves ; One boundless green or flourish'd carpet views , 95 With all the mournful family of yews ; The thriving plants ignoble broomsticks made , Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade . At Timon's villa let us pass a ...
... father's groves ; One boundless green or flourish'd carpet views , 95 With all the mournful family of yews ; The thriving plants ignoble broomsticks made , Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade . At Timon's villa let us pass a ...
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... father's acres who enjoys in peace , Or makes his neighbors glad if he increase ; Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil , Yet to their lord owe more than to the soil ; Whose ample lawns are not asham'd to feed 185 The milky ...
... father's acres who enjoys in peace , Or makes his neighbors glad if he increase ; Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil , Yet to their lord owe more than to the soil ; Whose ample lawns are not asham'd to feed 185 The milky ...
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... fathers ' of poetic rage ; The verse and sculpture bore an equal part , And art reflected images to art . Oh ! when shall Britain , conscious of her claim , Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame ? In living Medals see her wars enroll'd ...
... fathers ' of poetic rage ; The verse and sculpture bore an equal part , And art reflected images to art . Oh ! when shall Britain , conscious of her claim , Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame ? In living Medals see her wars enroll'd ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Author bard Bavius beauty Behold bless'd Boileau charms Cibber court Criticism dæmon dear Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness Dunciad EPISTLE Eridanus Essay Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flame folly fool Francis Atterbury genius gentle Gildon Goddess grace hath hear heart Heav'n hero Homer honor Horace Iliad IMITATIONS kings knave laws learned Leonard Welsted Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live Lord lov'd Matthew Concanen MIST'S JOURNAL moral Muse ne'er never numbers o'er octavo once Ovid person pleas'd Poem poet poet's poor Pope pow'r praise pride printed proud Queen rage REMARKS rhymes rise sacred saith Sappho satire shade shew shine sing SMIL soft soul Swift tell thee thine things thou thought Town truth Twas verse Virg Virgil virtue Whig wife words wretched writ write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 132 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Seite 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Seite 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Seite 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Seite 136 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Seite 126 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Seite 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Seite 125 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Seite 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Seite 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.