Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...

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J. Bell, 1784

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99 psl. - A narrow compafs! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair ; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the reft the fun goes round. XXX. THE FALL.
35 psl. - virtues which in parents fhine 15 Make not like progrefs thro' the line. *Tis not from whom, but where we live: The place does oft' thofe graces give. Great Julius, on the mountains bred, A flock perhaps, or herd had led.
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xliii psl. - out. Were we to judge barely by the wording, we could not know what was wrote at twenty, and what at fourfcore. He complains, indeed, of a tide of words that comes in upon the Englifh poet, and overflows whatever
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45 psl. - Brutus thought to break their yoke, But cut the bond of union with that ftroke. That fun once fet, a thoufand meaner ftars Gave a dim light to violence and wars; To fuch a tempeft as now threatens all,
133 psl. - there as much as ever diftempered with the fame fatal affection for play, which engaged him in one adventure that well deferves to be related. As he returned to his lodgings from a gaming-table he was attacked in the dark by three ruffians, who were employed to
xxxiii psl. - and in jeft, and therefore very grateful to all kind " of company, where he was not the lefs efteemed *' for being very rich. He had been even nurfed in *' parliaments, where he fat when he was very young,
85 psl. - Ah, cruel Nymph! from whom her humble fwain Flies for relief unto the raging main, And from the winds and tempefts does expect A milder fate than from her cold neglect! Yet there he '11 pray that the unkind may prove

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