Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Volume 2T. Evans, 1774 |
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... round the floating kite . Whate'er the motive , ' tis the mode , And I will travel in the road . The fashionable track pursue , And write my fimple thoughts to You , Juft as they rife from head or heart , Not marshall'd by the herald ...
... round the floating kite . Whate'er the motive , ' tis the mode , And I will travel in the road . The fashionable track pursue , And write my fimple thoughts to You , Juft as they rife from head or heart , Not marshall'd by the herald ...
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... to every fine sensation , + Too gross to relish nature's bloom , Or tafte her fimple rich perfume , Shall caft them by as ufelefs ftuff , And fly with keeness to his - fnuff . ! Look round the world , not one in ten Thinks.
... to every fine sensation , + Too gross to relish nature's bloom , Or tafte her fimple rich perfume , Shall caft them by as ufelefs ftuff , And fly with keeness to his - fnuff . ! Look round the world , not one in ten Thinks.
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... round the world , not one in ten Thinks Poets good , or honest men . ' Tis true their conduct , not o'er nice , Sits often loose to easy vice . Perhaps their Temperance will not pafs The due rotation of the glass ; And gravity denies ...
... round the world , not one in ten Thinks Poets good , or honest men . ' Tis true their conduct , not o'er nice , Sits often loose to easy vice . Perhaps their Temperance will not pafs The due rotation of the glass ; And gravity denies ...
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... round Parson , fat and fleek , Who preaches only once a Week , Whom Claret , Sloth , and Ven'son join To make an orthodox Divine ; Whose Holiness receives its beauty From Income large , and little Duty ; Who loves the Pipe , the Glafs ...
... round Parson , fat and fleek , Who preaches only once a Week , Whom Claret , Sloth , and Ven'son join To make an orthodox Divine ; Whose Holiness receives its beauty From Income large , and little Duty ; Who loves the Pipe , the Glafs ...
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... round , my boys , and pray , That Tuesday may be holiday . Things duly fettled - what remains ? Lo ! Tuesday comes - alas ! it rains ; And all our vifionary fchemes Have died away , like golden dreams . Once on a time , a rustic dame ...
... round , my boys , and pray , That Tuesday may be holiday . Things duly fettled - what remains ? Lo ! Tuesday comes - alas ! it rains ; And all our vifionary fchemes Have died away , like golden dreams . Once on a time , a rustic dame ...
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Page 188 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 192 - 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 190 - The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 198 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 204 - 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 200 - 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 198 - Their name, their years, fpelt by th' unletter'd Mufe, The place of fame and elegy fupply : And many a holy text around fhe ftrews, That teach the ruftic moralift to dye.
Page 196 - 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...
Page 190 - 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 198 - For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall...