The Poetical Works of Robert Lloyd, A. M.: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, المجلد 2T. Evans, 1774 |
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... thou'rt a Lion , prithee roar : If Afs bray once , and stalk no more , In Words as well as Looks be wife , Silence is Folly in Disguise ; With fo much wifdom bottled up , Uncork , and give your friends a sup . What What need your ...
... thou'rt a Lion , prithee roar : If Afs bray once , and stalk no more , In Words as well as Looks be wife , Silence is Folly in Disguise ; With fo much wifdom bottled up , Uncork , and give your friends a sup . What What need your ...
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... , or faint ; Whether thou dwell'st on ev'ry grace , Which lights the world from LAURA's face , Or amorous praise expatiates wide On beauties which the nymph must hide ; For For wit affected , loves to fhow Her every charm ( 80 )
... , or faint ; Whether thou dwell'st on ev'ry grace , Which lights the world from LAURA's face , Or amorous praise expatiates wide On beauties which the nymph must hide ; For For wit affected , loves to fhow Her every charm ( 80 )
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... THOU , whofe genius , dull and cool , Is muddy as the stagnant pool ; Whose torpid foul and fluggish brains , Dullness pervades , and Wine difdains ; Must Thou to nightly taverns run , APOLLO's gueft , and JONSON's fon ? And And in thy ...
... THOU , whofe genius , dull and cool , Is muddy as the stagnant pool ; Whose torpid foul and fluggish brains , Dullness pervades , and Wine difdains ; Must Thou to nightly taverns run , APOLLO's gueft , and JONSON's fon ? And And in thy ...
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... thou the child of PHOEBUS ' choir ? Think of the Adage - Afs and Lyre * . If thou wouldst really fucceed , And be a mimic wit indeed , Let DRYDEN lend thee SHEFFIELD's blows , Or like WILL . DAVENANT lofe your nose . O LUCIAN , Sire of ...
... thou the child of PHOEBUS ' choir ? Think of the Adage - Afs and Lyre * . If thou wouldst really fucceed , And be a mimic wit indeed , Let DRYDEN lend thee SHEFFIELD's blows , Or like WILL . DAVENANT lofe your nose . O LUCIAN , Sire of ...
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... thou of boafted fame , Of ROMAN and IMPERIAL name . O Purl ! all hail ! thy vot'ry fteals , His stockings dangling at his heels , To where fome pendent head invites The Bard to fet his own to rights , Who Who feeks thy influence divine ...
... thou of boafted fame , Of ROMAN and IMPERIAL name . O Purl ! all hail ! thy vot'ry fteals , His stockings dangling at his heels , To where fome pendent head invites The Bard to fet his own to rights , Who Who feeks thy influence divine ...
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againſt Apollo AUTHOR Bard beſt bleft breaſt charms claffic cloſe dame decus Delos dreft dull dunce e'en eaſe eaſy erft ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fancy fatire feek fenfe fhall fhew fhine fhould fibi filk fimple firſt fkies flame fmile fober foes folks fome fons fool foul ftill ftrive ftrong fuch fure genius grace hæc hate heart himſelf honeft inglorius Juft king laft Latona lyre meaſure mighty mind moft moſt mufe muft Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er Phoebus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe purſue Quæ quam raiſe reaſon rhime rhyme rife ROBERT LLOYD ſcheme ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtrength Tafte taſte tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Tuque uſeful verfe verſe waſte whofe Whoſe wife wiſh woes wond'rous word wou'd write yourſelf
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الصفحة 202 - 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...
الصفحة 186 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
الصفحة 198 - 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.
الصفحة 190 - 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 th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
الصفحة 192 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.
الصفحة 188 - 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.
الصفحة 188 - 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.
الصفحة 196 - Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
الصفحة 186 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 194 - Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...