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Page 115
soar , Vain , wretched creature ! how art thou misled , To think thy wit these
godlike notions bred ! These truths are not the product of thy mind , But dropt from
heav'n , and of a nobler kind . Reveal'd religion first inform'd thy sight , And
Reason ...
soar , Vain , wretched creature ! how art thou misled , To think thy wit these
godlike notions bred ! These truths are not the product of thy mind , But dropt from
heav'n , and of a nobler kind . Reveal'd religion first inform'd thy sight , And
Reason ...
Page 65
I see , I see ' tis counsel giv'n in vain , For treason botch'd in rhyme will be thy
bane ; Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck ; ' Tis fatal to thy fame , and to
thy neck . Why should thy metre good King David blast ? A psalm of his will surely
...
I see , I see ' tis counsel giv'n in vain , For treason botch'd in rhyme will be thy
bane ; Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck ; ' Tis fatal to thy fame , and to
thy neck . Why should thy metre good King David blast ? A psalm of his will surely
...
Page 147
Down then , thou rebel , never more to rise , And what thou didst , and dost so
nearly prize , That fame , that darling famé , make that thy sacrifice . ' Tis nothing
thou has giv'n ; then add thy tears For a long race of unrepenting years : ' Tis ...
Down then , thou rebel , never more to rise , And what thou didst , and dost so
nearly prize , That fame , that darling famé , make that thy sacrifice . ' Tis nothing
thou has giv'n ; then add thy tears For a long race of unrepenting years : ' Tis ...
Page 192
A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ , But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit . Like
mine , thy gentle numbers feebly creep ; Thy Tragic Muse gives smiles , thy
Comic sleep . With whale'er gall thou sett'st thyself to write , Thy inoffensive
satires ...
A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ , But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit . Like
mine , thy gentle numbers feebly creep ; Thy Tragic Muse gives smiles , thy
Comic sleep . With whale'er gall thou sett'st thyself to write , Thy inoffensive
satires ...
Page 199
The text inspires not them , but they the text inLondon thou great emporium of our
isle , O thou too bounteous , thou too fruitful Nile ! How shall I praise or curse to
thy desert , Or separate thy sound from thy corrupted part ? 170 I call'd thee Nile ...
The text inspires not them , but they the text inLondon thou great emporium of our
isle , O thou too bounteous , thou too fruitful Nile ! How shall I praise or curse to
thy desert , Or separate thy sound from thy corrupted part ? 170 I call'd thee Nile ...
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Page 203 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.
Page 87 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires, My manhood, long misled by wandering fires, Follow'd false lights, and, when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could fright my faith than Three in One...
Page 200 - Timotheus, placed on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form...
Page 25 - For, spite of him, the weight of business fell On Absalom and wise Achitophel: Thus, wicked but in will, of means bereft, He left not faction, but of that was left.
Page 205 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Page 25 - Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 183 - Ne'er to have peace with wit, nor truce with sense. The king himself the sacred unction made, As king by office, and as priest by trade: In his sinister hand, instead of ball, He placed a mighty mug of potent ale; Love's kingdom...
Page 39 - tis to rule, for that's a monarch's end. They call my tenderness of blood my fear ; Though manly tempers can the longest bear. Yet, since they will divert my native course, 'Tis time to show I am not good by force.
Page 201 - Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Page 34 - Behold th' approaching cliffs of Albion : It is no longer motion cheats your view, As you meet it, the land approacheth you. The land returns, and, in the white it wears, The marks of penitence and sorrow bears.
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| Title | Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... Volumes 40-41 of Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill, John Hamilton Mortimer |
| Illustrated by | Thomas Stothard, John Hamilton Mortimer |
| Publisher | J. Bell, 1801 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Oct 2006 |
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