The Poetical Works of Robert Lloyd, A. M.: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Volume 2T. Evans, 1774 |
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... honeft men . ' Tis true their conduct , not o'er nice , Sits often loose to easy vice . Perhaps their Temperance will not pass The due rotation of the glass ; And gravity denies ' em pow'r T ' unpeg their hats at fuch an hour . Some ...
... honeft men . ' Tis true their conduct , not o'er nice , Sits often loose to easy vice . Perhaps their Temperance will not pass The due rotation of the glass ; And gravity denies ' em pow'r T ' unpeg their hats at fuch an hour . Some ...
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... honeft Wit's ingenuous Merit Enjoys his pittance , and his Spirit . The Strength of public Education Is quick'ning Parts by EMULATION ; And Emulation will create In narrow minds a jealous state , Which ftifled for a courfe of Years ...
... honeft Wit's ingenuous Merit Enjoys his pittance , and his Spirit . The Strength of public Education Is quick'ning Parts by EMULATION ; And Emulation will create In narrow minds a jealous state , Which ftifled for a courfe of Years ...
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... she had ' twas bread and cheese . ' Tis honeft tho ' but homely cheer ; Much good may't do ye , eat your fill , Would I cou'd treat you with ftrong beer , But for the action take the will , You fee my cot is clean , tho ' small ( 68 )
... she had ' twas bread and cheese . ' Tis honeft tho ' but homely cheer ; Much good may't do ye , eat your fill , Would I cou'd treat you with ftrong beer , But for the action take the will , You fee my cot is clean , tho ' small ( 68 )
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... honeft folks away ? Upon my word , it fhocks me much , -But there's fuch thieving here of late →→→ Not that I dream'd that you were fuch , When you came knocking at my gate . I must confefs myself to blame , And I'm afraid you lately ...
... honeft folks away ? Upon my word , it fhocks me much , -But there's fuch thieving here of late →→→ Not that I dream'd that you were fuch , When you came knocking at my gate . I must confefs myself to blame , And I'm afraid you lately ...
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... , whether fcribbled at or not , He writes no name without a blot . Yet let me urge one honeft plea , Say , is the Mufe in fault or He ? The • The man , whose genius thirsts for praise , ( 105 ) On Rhyme, a Familiar Epiftle to a Friend.
... , whether fcribbled at or not , He writes no name without a blot . Yet let me urge one honeft plea , Say , is the Mufe in fault or He ? The • The man , whose genius thirsts for praise , ( 105 ) On Rhyme, a Familiar Epiftle to a Friend.
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 196 - Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 186 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 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...