The Poems and Miscellaneous Compositions of Paul Whitehead

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G. Kearsley, 1777 - English poetry - 185 pages
 

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Page xx - Campbell ! thine the power to please, And give to grandeur all the grace of ease ; Long from thy life let kindred heroes trace ^ Arts which ennoble still the noblest race ; Others may owe their future fame to me, I borrow immortality from thee.
Page 122 - Then learn with her beauties to copy her air. Nor venture too much to reveal; Our fancies will paint what you cover with care, And double each charm you conceal. IV. The blufhes of Morn, and the mildnefs of May, Are...
Page 128 - Mankind are all hunters in various degree ; The priest hunts a living — the lawyer a fee, The doctor a patient — the courtier a place, Though often, like us, he's flung out in the chase.
Page 121 - Pray tell me from whence this indecency fprings, The fexes at once to confound : What means the cock'd hat, and the mafculine air, With each motion defign'd to perplex ? Bright eyes were intended to languifh, not flare, And foftnefs the teft of your fex.
Page 143 - Garrick pays His tributary thanks and praise; Invokes the animated stone, To make the poet's mind his own; That he each character may trace With humour, dignity, and grace; And mark, unerring mark, to men, The rich creation of his pen...
Page 167 - Burst freely forth, and show'd the mimic art. Oft, on the scene, with colours not her own, She painted vice, and taught us what to shun ; One virtuous track her real life...
Page 23 - Midst the mad mansions of Moorfields, I'd be A straw crown'd monarch, in mock majesty ; Rather than sov' reign rule Britannia's fate, Curs'd with the follies, and the farce of state. Rather in Newgate walls, O let me dwell, A doleful tenant of the darkling cell, Than swell in palaces the mighty store Of fortune's fools, and parasites of power; Than crowns, ye gods ! be any state my doom, Or any dungeon — but a drawing-room !
Page 121 - And kindly mould feem by the artift defign'd To ferve as a model for you. Then learn with her beauties to copy her air, Nor venture too much to...
Page 153 - Scenes which were held in good King RICH'S days, By Sages, no bad Epilogues to Plays. If terms like thefe your...
Page xxv - Dashwood. with the retiredness of the mansion itself, made it as sweet a retreat as the most poetical imagination could create. Sir Francis Dashwood, sir Thomas Stapleton, Paul Whitehead, Mr. Wilkes, and other gentlemen, to the number of twelve, rented the abbey, and often retired thither in the summer.

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