The British Poets, Volume 2Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... thousand charms con- spire , Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear , Not mend their minds ; as some to church repair , Not for the doctrine , but the music there . These equal ...
... thousand charms con- spire , Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear , Not mend their minds ; as some to church repair , Not for the doctrine , but the music there . These equal ...
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... thousand years : Now length of fame ( our second life ) is lost , And bare threescore is all e'en that can boast : Our sons their fathers ' failing language see , And such as Chaucer is shall Dryden be . So when the faithful pencil has ...
... thousand years : Now length of fame ( our second life ) is lost , And bare threescore is all e'en that can boast : Our sons their fathers ' failing language see , And such as Chaucer is shall Dryden be . So when the faithful pencil has ...
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... thousand movements scarce one purpose gain : In God's , one single can its end produce , Yet serves to second too some other use : So man , who here seems principal alone , Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown , Touches some wheel ...
... thousand movements scarce one purpose gain : In God's , one single can its end produce , Yet serves to second too some other use : So man , who here seems principal alone , Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown , Touches some wheel ...
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... thousand treasures brings ; For me health gushes from a thousand springs ; Seas roll to waft me , suns to light me rise ; My footstool earth , my canopy the skies . " But errs not Nature from this gracious end , From burning suns when ...
... thousand treasures brings ; For me health gushes from a thousand springs ; Seas roll to waft me , suns to light me rise ; My footstool earth , my canopy the skies . " But errs not Nature from this gracious end , From burning suns when ...
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If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ; ' Tis to mistake them costs the time and pain . 5. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien , As ...
If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ; ' Tis to mistake them costs the time and pain . 5. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien , As ...
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Ambrose Philips ANTISTROPHE Balaam beauty behold bless'd blessing bliss breast breath Brobdingnag Cæsar Catiline charms Countess of Suffolk cried critics crown'd dame dear death e'en e'er ease envy EPISTLE ESSAY ON CRITICISM Eurydice Eustace Budgell eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flame fool gentle gold grace Gulliver's Travels happiness heart Heaven honour Houyhnhnm join'd king knave knight lady learn'd learning live lord lov'd lyre man's mankind mind mortal Muse nature nature's ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pain parterre passion Phryne pleas'd pleasure poet Pope praise pride proud rage rais'd reason rise rules sage Sappho seem'd self-love SEMICHORUS sense shade shine sigh skies SMIL soft soul spouse squire taste thee things thou thought true Twas tyrant virtue whate'er whole wife wise youth
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Page 47 - Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A Being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest, In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast; In doubt his Mind or Body to prefer...
Page 152 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting...
Page 82 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is...
Page 48 - Created half to rise, and half to fall ; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd ; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world...
Page 17 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 135 - You show us Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of use; Yet shall, my lord, your just, your noble rules, Fill half the land with imitating fools ; Who random drawings from your sheets shall take; And of one beauty many blunders make...
Page 46 - Cease then, nor order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.
Page 102 - twould a saint provoke" (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke), " No, let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And, Betty, give this cheek a little red.
Page 17 - whispers through the trees :" If crystal streams " with pleasing murmurs creep," The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with
Page 85 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...