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... skill , and judgment fage , Reprefs'd the poet's frantic rage , Cropt his luxuriance bold , and blended taught The flow of numbers with the ftrength of thought . Nor , Cowley , be thy Muse forgot ! which strays In wit's ambiguous ...
... skill , and judgment fage , Reprefs'd the poet's frantic rage , Cropt his luxuriance bold , and blended taught The flow of numbers with the ftrength of thought . Nor , Cowley , be thy Muse forgot ! which strays In wit's ambiguous ...
Page 65
... skill . If , ' mongst the humble hearers of the pit , Some curious vet'ran critic chance to fit , Is he pleas'd more because ' twas acted fo By Booth and Cibber thirty years ago ? The mind recals an object held more dear , And hates the ...
... skill . If , ' mongst the humble hearers of the pit , Some curious vet'ran critic chance to fit , Is he pleas'd more because ' twas acted fo By Booth and Cibber thirty years ago ? The mind recals an object held more dear , And hates the ...
Page 66
... skill , The train of captive paffions at thy will ; To bid the bursting tear fpontaneous flow In the sweet sense of fympathetic woe : Through ev'ry vein I feel a chilness creep , When horrors fuch as thine have murder'd fleep ; And at ...
... skill , The train of captive paffions at thy will ; To bid the bursting tear fpontaneous flow In the sweet sense of fympathetic woe : Through ev'ry vein I feel a chilness creep , When horrors fuch as thine have murder'd fleep ; And at ...
Page 67
... 'd of no vulgar fame , Nature's disciple , and Geneft his name . A noble object for his skill he chose , A martyr dying ' midst infulting foes . K 2 Refign'd Refign'd with patience to religion's laws , Yet braving monarchs [ 67 ]
... 'd of no vulgar fame , Nature's disciple , and Geneft his name . A noble object for his skill he chose , A martyr dying ' midst infulting foes . K 2 Refign'd Refign'd with patience to religion's laws , Yet braving monarchs [ 67 ]
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... skill , which ev'ry fool can reach , A vile stage - cuftom , honour'd in the breach . Worfe as more clofe , the difingenuous art But fhews the wanton loofenefs of the heart . When I behold a wretch , of talents mean , Drag private ...
... skill , which ev'ry fool can reach , A vile stage - cuftom , honour'd in the breach . Worfe as more clofe , the difingenuous art But fhews the wanton loofenefs of the heart . When I behold a wretch , of talents mean , Drag private ...
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Page 238 - 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 254 - 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 242 - 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 240 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 244 - 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 the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 240 - 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 252 - 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 256 - 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, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Page 254 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 53 - Shakefpear leads the mind a dance'^ From France to England, hence to France, Talk not to me of time and place ; I own I'm happy in the chace. Whether the drama's here or there, 'Tis nature...