Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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... See the falfe fcale of happiness complete . POPE . Man , know thyfelf ; all wifdom centres there . DR . YOUNG . Duft thou art , and unto duft thou fhalt return ; it is appointed unto all men , once to die . A 2 GENESIS . 19 . Full VIII ...
... See the falfe fcale of happiness complete . POPE . Man , know thyfelf ; all wifdom centres there . DR . YOUNG . Duft thou art , and unto duft thou fhalt return ; it is appointed unto all men , once to die . A 2 GENESIS . 19 . Full VIII ...
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... See yonder hallow'd fane ; the pious work Of names once fam'd , now dubious or forgot , And buried ' midft the wreck of things which were ; There lie interr'd the moft illuftrious dead . The wind is up : hark how it howls ! methinks ...
... See yonder hallow'd fane ; the pious work Of names once fam'd , now dubious or forgot , And buried ' midft the wreck of things which were ; There lie interr'd the moft illuftrious dead . The wind is up : hark how it howls ! methinks ...
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... kind ; The Grave gainfays the fmooth complexion'd flatt'ry , And with blunt truth acquaints us what we are . Job xvii . 14 . + See the rich man's dream . C 2 Beau Beauty ! thou pretty play - thing ! dear deceit [ 27 ]
... kind ; The Grave gainfays the fmooth complexion'd flatt'ry , And with blunt truth acquaints us what we are . Job xvii . 14 . + See the rich man's dream . C 2 Beau Beauty ! thou pretty play - thing ! dear deceit [ 27 ]
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... See how he tugs for life , and lays about him Mad with his pain ! eager he catches hold On what coines next to hand , and grafps it hard , Juft like a creature drowning ! hideous fight ! Oh how his eyes ftand out , and stare full ...
... See how he tugs for life , and lays about him Mad with his pain ! eager he catches hold On what coines next to hand , and grafps it hard , Juft like a creature drowning ! hideous fight ! Oh how his eyes ftand out , and stare full ...
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... See yonder maker of the dead man's bed , The fexton , hoary headed chronicle ! Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne'er ftole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand , Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his ...
... See yonder maker of the dead man's bed , The fexton , hoary headed chronicle ! Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne'er ftole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand , Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his ...
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Abelard arms beauteous befide Bertram bleffings blefs'd bleft blifs bofom breaft BRINKBURN Priory caft charms clofe dæmon death defire diff'rent duft Emma Emma's ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fear fecret feek fhade fhall fhare fhine fhould fide fighs filence firft fkies flame fleep fmiling foft folemn fome fond fons foon forrow foul fpread frike ftands ftate fteps ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet grave guife heart Heaven Henry Hermit juft laft lefs loft lord lov'd maid manfion mankind mind mofs muft muſt ne'er night Northumberland Nut-brown Maid o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain PERCY pleaſure pow'r praife pray'r pride raiſe Reafon reft rife rofe round tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro toil tomb truth uſe virtue wand'ring Warkworth wealth weep Whilft whofe wretch young youth
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الصفحة 55 - 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.
الصفحة 58 - 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 14 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
الصفحة 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
الصفحة 16 - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
الصفحة 60 - 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 5 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
الصفحة 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
الصفحة 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
الصفحة 54 - Each in his narrow cell forever 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.