The Poetical Works of Churchill, Parnell, and Tickell: With a Life of Each ...Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 |
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Apicius appear arms bard beauty behold blood boast breast breath charms Churchill court Cras amet crown dare death divine dreadful Duke e'en Earl eyes fair fame fate fear fix'd foes fools frog genius give gods grace grave grove hand hath head heart Heaven Hesiod honour Horace Walpole House of Lords Iliad Jove king land letter live Lord Lord Bute Lord Clive Lord Mansfield lov'd maid mighty mind Muse nature ne'er never North Briton numbers nymph o'er Parnell peace plain pleasure poem poet Pope praise pride prince rage reign rise round sacred scorn seem'd shade shame shine sing sire smile song soul stand sweet thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thou thought thousand throne turn'd Twas University of Oxford verse virtue whilst Wilkes youth
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Seite 202 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Seite 73 - Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Seite 315 - Let humble Allen, with an awkward shame, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Seite 122 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, " Which says, I must not stay; " I see a hand, you cannot see,
Seite 120 - Twas there of just and good he reason'd strong, Clear'd some great truth, or rais'd some serious song : There patient show'd us the wise course to steer, A candid censor, and a friend severe ; There taught us how to live ; and (oh ! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Seite 205 - But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, Contracting regal power to stretch their own ; When I behold a factious band agree To call it freedom when themselves are free ; Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw, Laws grind the poor^ and rich men rule the law...
Seite 8 - I assured him that I did not at all take it ill of Mr. Tickell that he was going to publish his translation; that he certainly had as much right to translate any author as myself; and that publishing both was entering on a fair stage.
Seite 120 - O'er my dim eyeballs glance- the sudden tears ! How sweet were once thy prospects fresh and fair, Thy sloping walks and unpolluted air ! ' How sweet the glooms beneath thy aged trees, Thy noontide shadow and thy evening breeze ! His image thy forsaken bowers restore ; Thy walks and airy prospects charm no more ; No more the summer in thy glooms allay'd, Thy evening breezes, and thy noonday shade.
Seite 118 - To strew fresh laurels, let the task be mine, A frequent pilgrim, at thy sacred shrine ; Mine with true sighs thy absence to bemoan, And grave with faithful epitaphs thy stone.
Seite 98 - Go rule thy will, Bid thy wild passions all be still, Know God — and bring thy heart to know The joys which from religion flow : Then every Grace shall prove its guest, And I'll be there to crown the rest.