Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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British poets. JOHN GAY . 1688 --- 1732 . The Shepherd's Week · ' Twas when the seas were roaring Ballads . - Black - ey'd Susan A Contemplation on Night - The Birth of the Squire FRANCIS ATTERBURY . 1662--1732 . On a Fan · THOMAS ...
British poets. JOHN GAY . 1688 --- 1732 . The Shepherd's Week · ' Twas when the seas were roaring Ballads . - Black - ey'd Susan A Contemplation on Night - The Birth of the Squire FRANCIS ATTERBURY . 1662--1732 . On a Fan · THOMAS ...
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... Twas from cheeks that shame the rose ; From lips that spoil the ruby's praise ; From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze . Whence comes my woe , as freely own , Ah me ! ' twas from a heart of stone . The blushing cheek speaks modest mind ...
... Twas from cheeks that shame the rose ; From lips that spoil the ruby's praise ; From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze . Whence comes my woe , as freely own , Ah me ! ' twas from a heart of stone . The blushing cheek speaks modest mind ...
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... Twas I that gave thee thy renown ; Thou hadst , in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties , liv'd unknown , Had not my verse exhal'd thy name , And with it impt the wings of fame . That killing power is none of thine , I gave it to thy ...
... Twas I that gave thee thy renown ; Thou hadst , in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties , liv'd unknown , Had not my verse exhal'd thy name , And with it impt the wings of fame . That killing power is none of thine , I gave it to thy ...
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... Twas such at first - it ne'er could greater be ! But tell me , glorious Lamp ! in thy survey Of things below thee , what did not decay By age to weakness ? I , since that , have seen The Rose bud forth and fade ; the Tree grow green ...
... Twas such at first - it ne'er could greater be ! But tell me , glorious Lamp ! in thy survey Of things below thee , what did not decay By age to weakness ? I , since that , have seen The Rose bud forth and fade ; the Tree grow green ...
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... Twas then a golden time for me , But soon those pleasures fled : For the gracious princess died , In her youth and beauty's pride , And Judith reigned in her stead . One month , three days , and half an hour COWLEY . 149 The Chronicle.
... Twas then a golden time for me , But soon those pleasures fled : For the gracious princess died , In her youth and beauty's pride , And Judith reigned in her stead . One month , three days , and half an hour COWLEY . 149 The Chronicle.
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Alma beauteous beauty Blouzelind breast breath bright Castara charms Cupid dear death delight Dick doth e'er eccho ring Eclogue Emma eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle give goddess grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Hymen king kiss light live lov'd lover Lubberkin Lucretius lute lyre maid MATTHEW PRIOR mighty mind Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS ROWE night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Ovid pain Pallas passion pity plac'd plain pleasure poets praise pride queen rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNETS sorrow soul spide summer queen sung swain sweet tears tell Tereu thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thought thrice Twas unto verse virtue ween Whilst winds wings wise woods youth
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183 psl. - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
189 psl. - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
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223 psl. - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
186 psl. - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
180 psl. - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
163 psl. - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
216 psl. - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
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