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... abfurd , " ( So well approv'd , fo well preferr'd , ) Abruptly thus a place to quit , " A place which moft his genius hit , " The theatre for Latin wit ! B 2 " With " With critics round him chafte and terfe , " [ 3 ]
... abfurd , " ( So well approv'd , fo well preferr'd , ) Abruptly thus a place to quit , " A place which moft his genius hit , " The theatre for Latin wit ! B 2 " With " With critics round him chafte and terfe , " [ 3 ]
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... genius I refpect with you .. I envy none their honest praise ; I seek to blast no scholar's bays : Still let the graceful foliage fpread Its greenest honours round their head , Bleft , if the Mufes ' hand entwine A sprig at least to ...
... genius I refpect with you .. I envy none their honest praise ; I seek to blast no scholar's bays : Still let the graceful foliage fpread Its greenest honours round their head , Bleft , if the Mufes ' hand entwine A sprig at least to ...
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... genius at the best . But Imitation's all the mode Yet where one hits , ten mifs the road . The mimic bard with pleasure fees Mat . Prior's unaffected ease : Affumes Affumes his style , affects a story , Sets every [ 23 ]
... genius at the best . But Imitation's all the mode Yet where one hits , ten mifs the road . The mimic bard with pleasure fees Mat . Prior's unaffected ease : Affumes Affumes his style , affects a story , Sets every [ 23 ]
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... genius , while it rakes The bogs , the common - few'rs , and jakes , Ordure and filth in rhyme expofes , Disgustful to our eyes and nofes ; With many a dash that muft offend us , And much * Hiatus non deflendus . O Swift ! how wouldst ...
... genius , while it rakes The bogs , the common - few'rs , and jakes , Ordure and filth in rhyme expofes , Disgustful to our eyes and nofes ; With many a dash that muft offend us , And much * Hiatus non deflendus . O Swift ! how wouldst ...
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... genius wafte . Fancy's a flight we deal no more in , Our authors creep instead of foaring , And all the brave ... genius will be genius ftill ; And And say , that horse wou'd you prefer , Which [ 28 ]
... genius wafte . Fancy's a flight we deal no more in , Our authors creep instead of foaring , And all the brave ... genius will be genius ftill ; And And say , that horse wou'd you prefer , Which [ 28 ]
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againſt Apollo Bard beſt bleft BONNELL THORNTON breaſt Cambridge cauſe Chriſt Church Coll Comm Cornelius Gallus Delos e'en e'er eaſe ENVY Eſq ev'ry eyes facred fame fhall fhew fhou'd fibi fide filent fing firſt fome fons fools foul ftill ftrong fuch fure genius Gent George grace hæc heart himſelf Honourable inglorius John juſt king Lady Latona Lord lyre madneſs maſter meaſure Mifs moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers o'er Ovid fe Oxon paffions pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe preſent profe Propertius Quam raiſe riſe ſcene ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtage ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtrike taſte thee themſelves theſe thine Thomas Thomas Salter thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Trin truth uſe verfe verſe whofe Whoſe William WILLIAM HOGARTH wiſhes wou'd youth
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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...