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... plain shirt . Of the occurrences of this tour , he kept a jour- nal , in all probability with design of writing an ac- count of it , but for want of leisure and inclination he never carried it into execution . This year he published an ...
... plain shirt . Of the occurrences of this tour , he kept a jour- nal , in all probability with design of writing an ac- count of it , but for want of leisure and inclination he never carried it into execution . This year he published an ...
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... plain and sensible effusions of a mind never hurried beyond itself , to which the use of rhyme adds no beauty , and from which the use of prose would de- tract no force . His versification is smooth , flowing , and unrestrained , but ...
... plain and sensible effusions of a mind never hurried beyond itself , to which the use of rhyme adds no beauty , and from which the use of prose would de- tract no force . His versification is smooth , flowing , and unrestrained , but ...
Page 85
... gales of life . Now o'er the rural kingdom roves Soft Pleasure with her laughing train , Love warbles in the vocal groves , And vegetation plants the plain . Unhappy ! whom to beds of pain Arthritic tyranny consigns ODES . 85 Spring,
... gales of life . Now o'er the rural kingdom roves Soft Pleasure with her laughing train , Love warbles in the vocal groves , And vegetation plants the plain . Unhappy ! whom to beds of pain Arthritic tyranny consigns ODES . 85 Spring,
Page 89
... plain . What bliss to life can Autumn yield , If glooms , and showers , and storms prevail ; And Ceres flies the naked field , And flowers , and fruits , and Phoebus fail ? Oh ! what remains , what lingers yet , To H 2 ODES . 89.
... plain . What bliss to life can Autumn yield , If glooms , and showers , and storms prevail ; And Ceres flies the naked field , And flowers , and fruits , and Phoebus fail ? Oh ! what remains , what lingers yet , To H 2 ODES . 89.
Page 91
... plain ; No more with devious steps I rove Through verdant paths now sought in vain , Aloud the driving tempest roars , Congeal'd , impetuous showers descend ; Haste , close the windows , bar the doors , Fate leaves me Stella and a ...
... plain ; No more with devious steps I rove Through verdant paths now sought in vain , Aloud the driving tempest roars , Congeal'd , impetuous showers descend ; Haste , close the windows , bar the doors , Fate leaves me Stella and a ...
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Page 22 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help...
Page 21 - is recommended to the public, were written by your lordship. To be so distinguished, is an honour, which, being very little accustomed to favours from the great, I know not well how to receive, or in what terms to acknowledge.
Page 67 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She called on Echo still, through all the song : And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Page 19 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring ' Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Page 69 - Tis said, and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
Page 58 - With every wild absurdity comply, And view each object with another's eye ; To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear, To pour at will the counterfeited tear ; And, as their patron hints the cold or heat, To shake in dogdays, in December sweat. How, when competitors like these contend, Can surly Virtue hope to fix a friend...
Page 58 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear. Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Page 80 - Ah ! let not censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
Page 99 - The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by; His frame was firm — his powers were bright, Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.
Page 68 - Speak thou, whose thoughts at humble peace repine, Shall Wolsey's wealth, with Wolsey's end be thine? Or liv'st thou now, with safer pride content, The wisest justice on the banks of Trent? For why did Wolsey near the steeps of fate, On weak foundations raise th