Specimens of the British Poets: Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... head ; With strict propriety their care's confin'd To weigh out words , while passion halts behind . To syllable - dissectors they appeal , Allow them accent , cadence , -fools may feel ; But , spite of all the criticising elves , 3 ...
... head ; With strict propriety their care's confin'd To weigh out words , while passion halts behind . To syllable - dissectors they appeal , Allow them accent , cadence , -fools may feel ; But , spite of all the criticising elves , 3 ...
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... head , By niggard nature doom'd on the same rocks To spin out life , and starve themselves and flocks , Fresh as the morning , which , enrob'd in mist , The mountain's top with usual dulness kiss'd , Jockey and Sawney to their labours ...
... head , By niggard nature doom'd on the same rocks To spin out life , and starve themselves and flocks , Fresh as the morning , which , enrob'd in mist , The mountain's top with usual dulness kiss'd , Jockey and Sawney to their labours ...
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... head , Stood in close ranks all entrance to oppose , Thistles now held more precious than the rose . All creatures which , on nature's earliest plan , Were form'd to lothe , and to be loth'd by man , Which ow'd their birth to nastiness ...
... head , Stood in close ranks all entrance to oppose , Thistles now held more precious than the rose . All creatures which , on nature's earliest plan , Were form'd to lothe , and to be loth'd by man , Which ow'd their birth to nastiness ...
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... head : her eager eyes , Where hunger ev'n to madness seem'd to rise , Speaking aloud her throes and pangs of heart , Strain'd to get loose , and from their orbs to start ; Her hollow cheeks were each a deep - sunk cell , Where ...
... head : her eager eyes , Where hunger ev'n to madness seem'd to rise , Speaking aloud her throes and pangs of heart , Strain'd to get loose , and from their orbs to start ; Her hollow cheeks were each a deep - sunk cell , Where ...
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... head to drive the king . Mrs. S. Lard ! what are those two ugly things There with their hands upon the springs , Filthy , as ever eyes beheld , With naked breasts , and faces swell'd ? What could the saucy maker mean , To put such ...
... head to drive the king . Mrs. S. Lard ! what are those two ugly things There with their hands upon the springs , Filthy , as ever eyes beheld , With naked breasts , and faces swell'd ? What could the saucy maker mean , To put such ...
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Strona 280 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Strona 281 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Strona 278 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.
Strona 286 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Strona 285 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art : Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Strona 189 - 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.
Strona 288 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Strona 284 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Strona 282 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid...
Strona 186 - 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...