Young. Churchill. Lloyd. Falconer. ThomsonA. Miller, 1800 |
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... King 274 Kingdom in 1745 Ocean , an Ode Paraphrafe on part of the Book of Job On Michael Angelo's famous Piece of the Crucifixion To Mr. Addifon on the Tragedy of Cato Epilogue to the Tragedy of the Brothers Letter to Mr. Tickell , on ...
... King 274 Kingdom in 1745 Ocean , an Ode Paraphrafe on part of the Book of Job On Michael Angelo's famous Piece of the Crucifixion To Mr. Addifon on the Tragedy of Cato Epilogue to the Tragedy of the Brothers Letter to Mr. Tickell , on ...
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... King's Bench . He might , perhaps , have pleas'd an eafy age ; But now appears a copy and no more , Of. What mighty magic's in the place or air , " That all perfection needs muft centre there ? " In ftates , let ftrangers be preferred ...
... King's Bench . He might , perhaps , have pleas'd an eafy age ; But now appears a copy and no more , Of. What mighty magic's in the place or air , " That all perfection needs muft centre there ? " In ftates , let ftrangers be preferred ...
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... King . - Bred up in modest lore , Bafhful and young he fought Hibernia's shore ; Hibernia , fam'd , ' bove ev'ry other grace , For matchlefs intrepidity of face . From her his features caught the gen'rous flame , And bid defiance to all ...
... King . - Bred up in modest lore , Bafhful and young he fought Hibernia's shore ; Hibernia , fam'd , ' bove ev'ry other grace , For matchlefs intrepidity of face . From her his features caught the gen'rous flame , And bid defiance to all ...
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... kings and queens , With gods and goddeffes behind the scenes , He fweats beneath the terror - nodding plume , Taught by mock honours real pride t ' affume . On this great ftage the world , no monarch e'er Was half fo haughty as a ...
... kings and queens , With gods and goddeffes behind the scenes , He fweats beneath the terror - nodding plume , Taught by mock honours real pride t ' affume . On this great ftage the world , no monarch e'er Was half fo haughty as a ...
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... kings . Is there a man , in vice and folly bred , To fenfe of honour as to virtue dead ; Whom ties nor human , nor divine can bind ; Alien to God , and foe to all mankind ; Who fpares no character ; whofe ev'ry word , Bitter as gall ...
... kings . Is there a man , in vice and folly bred , To fenfe of honour as to virtue dead ; Whom ties nor human , nor divine can bind ; Alien to God , and foe to all mankind ; Who fpares no character ; whofe ev'ry word , Bitter as gall ...
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æther beneath blefs bleft blifs bofom breaft caufe charms death deep defcend divine dreadful e'en earth eternal ev'ry facred fafe fair fame fate fatire fcene fear fecret feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fide fing fkies flame flaves fleep fmile foes foft fome fong fons fools foon foul fpirit fpread ftand ftate ftill ftrain ftream ftrong fuch fure fweet fwell genius glory grace Greece heart heaven himſelf honeft honour immortal juft laft lefs loft Lorenzo mighty moft moſt Mufe muft muſt Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers o'er paffions Palemon peace pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pride profe proud rage reafon rife Rodmond round ſcene ſhall ſkies ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne toil trembling truth virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wife worfe
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Seite 207 - 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.
Seite 209 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 207 - 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.
Seite 209 - 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.
Seite 487 - Christian kings, inflam'd by black desire, With honourable ruffians in their hire, Cause war to rage, and blood around to pour : Of this sad work when each begins to tire, They sit them down just where they were before, Till for new scenes of woe peace shall their force restore.
Seite 207 - 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.
Seite 487 - Of all the gentle tenants of the place, There was a man of special grave remark : A certain tender gloom o'erspread his face, Pensive, not sad ; in thought...
Seite 444 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Seite 123 - It is their funeral knell ! and gliding near Methinks the phantoms of the dead appear ; But lo ! emerging from the watery grave Again they float incumbent on the wave, Again the dismal prospect opens round, — The wreck, the shore, the dying, and the drown'd...
Seite 209 - 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...