Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 - 459ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... pride . Unnumber'd treasures ope at once , and here The various offerings of the world appear ; From each she nicely culls with curious toil , And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil . This casket India's glowing gems unlocks ...
... pride . Unnumber'd treasures ope at once , and here The various offerings of the world appear ; From each she nicely culls with curious toil , And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil . This casket India's glowing gems unlocks ...
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... pride , Might hide her faults , if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall , Look on her face , and you'll forget them all . This nymph , to the destruction of mankind , Nourish'd two locks , which graceful ...
... pride , Might hide her faults , if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall , Look on her face , and you'll forget them all . This nymph , to the destruction of mankind , Nourish'd two locks , which graceful ...
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... pride surveys his rising towers , There stands a structure of majestic frame , Which from the neighbouring Hampton takes its name . Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants , and of nymphs at home ; Here thou ...
... pride surveys his rising towers , There stands a structure of majestic frame , Which from the neighbouring Hampton takes its name . Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants , and of nymphs at home ; Here thou ...
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... her victim died , Spite of his haughty mien , and barbarous pride : What boots the regal circle on his head , His giant limbs , in state unwieldy spread ; That long behind he trails his pompous robe , And 10 ALEXANDER POPE .
... her victim died , Spite of his haughty mien , and barbarous pride : What boots the regal circle on his head , His giant limbs , in state unwieldy spread ; That long behind he trails his pompous robe , And 10 ALEXANDER POPE .
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... pride confound , And hew triumphal arches to the ground . What wonder then , fair nymph ! thy hair should feel The conquering force of unresisted steel ? ' CANTO IV . UT anxious cares the pensive nymph opprest , BUT And secret passions ...
... pride confound , And hew triumphal arches to the ground . What wonder then , fair nymph ! thy hair should feel The conquering force of unresisted steel ? ' CANTO IV . UT anxious cares the pensive nymph opprest , BUT And secret passions ...
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Balaam beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful dear death delight dread dreams dydd e'er eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond fools gentle golden reign grace grief groves hand hear heart Heav'n hour JOHN HENRY MOORE lord lov'd lyre maid maun maze of Fate mind morn mournful Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pensive pity pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pray'r pride proud rage raptures reign rills rise round sacred scene scorn shade shine sighs skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sprite strain sweet sweet oblivion sylphs tears tender Thalestris thee thine thou thought thro toil trembling Twas vale virtue wave ween weep wild wind wings wretch wyfe wylle wythe ynne youth
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257 ÆäÀÌÁö - But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease. The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever...
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew!
365 ÆäÀÌÁö - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
420 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
271 ÆäÀÌÁö - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
220 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
270 ÆäÀÌÁö - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt, at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
273 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.