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The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... PUBLIC ACTOR LYNSK AND TILDA YOUX , ATIONS 0 The POETS of GREAT BRITAIN COMPLETE PROM CHAUCER to.
The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... PUBLIC ACTOR LYNSK AND TILDA YOUX , ATIONS 0 The POETS of GREAT BRITAIN COMPLETE PROM CHAUCER to.
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The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... 0 The POETS of GREAT BRITAIN COMPLETE PROM CHAUCER to CHURCHILL . YOUNG VOLUME III . Serene , quoth Adam , lo'twas crusht by me Fallin is the Baal to which thon bow'dit ...
The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... 0 The POETS of GREAT BRITAIN COMPLETE PROM CHAUCER to CHURCHILL . YOUNG VOLUME III . Serene , quoth Adam , lo'twas crusht by me Fallin is the Baal to which thon bow'dit ...
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... Britain's skilful hand ; When the Law she es her teeth , but dares not bite , And South - sea treasures are not brought to light ; When Churchinen Scripture for the Classics quit , Polite apostates from God's grace to wit ; When men ...
... Britain's skilful hand ; When the Law she es her teeth , but dares not bite , And South - sea treasures are not brought to light ; When Churchinen Scripture for the Classics quit , Polite apostates from God's grace to wit ; When men ...
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... Britain's hero * set their souls on fire , And grow immortal as his deeds inspire , I draw a deeper scene ; a scene that yields A louder trumpet , and more dreadful fields ; The world alarm'd , both earth and heav'n o'erthrown , And ...
... Britain's hero * set their souls on fire , And grow immortal as his deeds inspire , I draw a deeper scene ; a scene that yields A louder trumpet , and more dreadful fields ; The world alarm'd , both earth and heav'n o'erthrown , And ...
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The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... Whatever great or dreadful has been done Within the sight of conscious stars or sun , Is far beneath my daring . I look down On all the splendours of the British crown ...
The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... Whatever great or dreadful has been done Within the sight of conscious stars or sun , Is far beneath my daring . I look down On all the splendours of the British crown ...
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awful beams beneath billows bless bless'd bliss blood bloom boast bold book of Job breast bright Britain Britannia's Britons charms clouds Codrus crown dæmon dare dark death deep distant divine dreadful earth empire eternal ev'n ev'ry fair fame fate fire fix'd flame foes fool frown gen'rous genius give glorious glory glow gods grace groan guilt heart Heav'n human immortal isle JOSEPH ADDISON kings leviathan Lord mankind mighty monarchs mortal Muse Nature Nature's ne'er nectar drink night numbers nymphs o'er pain peace Pindar pow'r praise pride proud rage reign renown resign'd rise roar sacred Satire SATIRE IV SATIRE VI seas shine sing skies smile song soul stars storm strain stream swell sword tempest terror thee theme thine thou thought thro throne thunder toil Trade trembling triumph truth twill virtue Virtue's wealth winds wise
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Page 125 - Tis greatly wise to know before we're told The melancholy news that we grow old. Autumnal Lyce carries in her face Memento mori to each public place. O how your beating breast a mistress warms Who looks through spectacles to see your charms ! While rival undertakers hover round, And with his spade the sexton marks the ground, Intent not on her own, but others' doom, She plans new conquests and defrauds the tomb.
Page 152 - One to destroy is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe ; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Page 135 - Think nought a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
Page 27 - And with strong faith foment the holy fire ! Stretch out my soul in hope, and grasp the prize, Which in eternity's deep bosom lies ! At the great day of recompense behold, Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold ! Then wafted upward to the blissful seat, From age to age, my grateful song repeat ; My light, my life, my God, my Saviour see, And rival angels in the praise of thee.
Page 133 - Thus strictly prov'd this virtuous, loving wife, Her husband's pain was dearer than her life. Anxious Melania rises to my view, Who never thinks her lover pays his due : Visit, present, treat, flatter, and adore ; Her majesty, to-morrow, calls for more. His wounded ears complaints eternal fill, As unoil'd hinges, querulously shrill. " You went last night with Celia to the ball.
Page 94 - For, lo ! Philander, of reproach afraid, In secret loves his wife, but keeps her maid. Some nymphs sell reputation ; others buy ; And love a market where the rates run high : Italian music's sweet, because 'tis dear ; Their vanity is tickled, not their ear : Their tastes would lessen, if the prices fell, And Shakespeare's wretched stuff do quite as well; Away the disenchanted fair would throng, And own that English is their mother tongue.
Page 124 - Across the room, and toss into the chair. So far their commerce with mankind is gone, They, for our manners, have exchang'd their own. The modest look, the castigated grace, The gentle movement, and slow-measur'd pace, For which her lovers died, her parents paid, Are indecorums with the modern maid.
Page 164 - With fame, in just proportion, envy grows ; The man that makes a character, makes foes : Slight, peevish insects round a genius rise, As a bright day awakes the world of flies ; With hearty malice, but with feeble wing, (To show they live) they flutter, and they sting : But as by depredations wasps proclaim The fairest fruit, so these the fairest fame.
Page 83 - Of court and town the noontide masquerade ; Where swarms of knaves the vizor quite disgrace, And hide secure behind a naked face ? Where nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind...
Page 138 - On others' fame, thro' fondness for our own. Of rank and riches proud, Cleora frowns ; For are not coronets akin to crowns ? Her greedy eye, and her sublime address, The height of avarice and pride confess.