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... heard to mutter , " How in the Park beneath an old tree ( Without design to hurt the butter , Or any malice to the poultry ) , " He once or twice had penn'd a sonnet ; Yet hoped that he might save his bacon : Numbers would give their ...
... heard to mutter , " How in the Park beneath an old tree ( Without design to hurt the butter , Or any malice to the poultry ) , " He once or twice had penn'd a sonnet ; Yet hoped that he might save his bacon : Numbers would give their ...
Page 77
... heard him say he saw it represented at Paris seems to have led him to choose the death of Agrippina for his first and only effort in the drama . The execution of it also , as far as it goes , is so very much in Racine's taste , that I ...
... heard him say he saw it represented at Paris seems to have led him to choose the death of Agrippina for his first and only effort in the drama . The execution of it also , as far as it goes , is so very much in Racine's taste , that I ...
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... heard to whisper , bird to sing ; Yet Nature could not furnish out the feast , Art he invokes new horrors still to bring . Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise , Turrets and arches nodding to their fall , Unpeopled monasteries ...
... heard to whisper , bird to sing ; Yet Nature could not furnish out the feast , Art he invokes new horrors still to bring . Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise , Turrets and arches nodding to their fall , Unpeopled monasteries ...
Page 104
... heard , between waking and dozing , Her sisters denying , and Jemmy proposing : From table she rose , and with bumper in hand , She stroked up her belly , and stroked down her band— " What a pother is here about wenching and roaring ...
... heard , between waking and dozing , Her sisters denying , and Jemmy proposing : From table she rose , and with bumper in hand , She stroked up her belly , and stroked down her band— " What a pother is here about wenching and roaring ...
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Page 54 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. 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 inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 21 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Page 19 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Page 14 - In climes beyond the solar road Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Page 73 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
Page 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize What female heart can gold despise?
Page 56 - THE EPITAPH. 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, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Page 23 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 6 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty; Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry! Still, as they run, they look behind! They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy I Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed; Less pleasing when possest ! The tear forgot as soon as shed!
Page 16 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy 1 This can unlock the gates of joy ! Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.