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... Strain out , with faltering diffidence , a lie , And get a kick for awkward flattery . Besides , with justice , this discerning age Admires their wondrous talents for the stage : Well may they venture on the mimic's art , Who play from ...
... Strain out , with faltering diffidence , a lie , And get a kick for awkward flattery . Besides , with justice , this discerning age Admires their wondrous talents for the stage : Well may they venture on the mimic's art , Who play from ...
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... strain , Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain : 260 No sounds , alas ! would touch the impervious ear , Though dancing mountains witness'd Orpheus near : 270 Nor lute nor lyre his feeble powers attend , Nor sweeter music of a virtuous ...
... strain , Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain : 260 No sounds , alas ! would touch the impervious ear , Though dancing mountains witness'd Orpheus near : 270 Nor lute nor lyre his feeble powers attend , Nor sweeter music of a virtuous ...
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... strain be tuned to love . 5 Come , Stella , queen of all my heart ! Come , born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart , Thy voice perpetual love inspires . 6 While , all my wish and thine complete , By turns we ...
... strain be tuned to love . 5 Come , Stella , queen of all my heart ! Come , born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart , Thy voice perpetual love inspires . 6 While , all my wish and thine complete , By turns we ...
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... , and day . 11 Still , still the jocund strain shall flow , The pulse with vigorous rapture beat ; My Stella with new charms shall glow , And every bliss in wine shall meet . WINTER . 1 No more the morn , with tepid 46 JOHNSON'S POEMS .
... , and day . 11 Still , still the jocund strain shall flow , The pulse with vigorous rapture beat ; My Stella with new charms shall glow , And every bliss in wine shall meet . WINTER . 1 No more the morn , with tepid 46 JOHNSON'S POEMS .
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... strain , And Spenser's verse prolongs Eliza's reign ; Great George's acts let tuneful Cibber sing , For Nature form'd the poet for the king . 6 STELLA IN MOURNING . WHEN lately Stella's form display'd The beauties of the gay brocade ...
... strain , And Spenser's verse prolongs Eliza's reign ; Great George's acts let tuneful Cibber sing , For Nature form'd the poet for the king . 6 STELLA IN MOURNING . WHEN lately Stella's form display'd The beauties of the gay brocade ...
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Æsop Anacreon ancient ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath blushes bosom breast breathe business bend charms COLLEY CIBBER Comus cries Cupid dart death delight Dr Johnson dread dress'd e'er Elegy Eton College eyes Faeries fair fame fate fear fire fix'd flies flowers genius gentle George Ashe glittering Goddess gold grace Gray grove hand head heart Hesiod honour Johnson Jove king lady lazy lakes Lord mind Mirth Muse never night numbers nymph o'er Odin Ovid pain Parnell passion peace plain pleasure poems poet poetry Pope praise Preluding music pride rage reign rise round rove sacred scene scorn Scriblerus Club shade shine sighs sing skies smiles soft song soul Stella swains sweet tear thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thou thought toil tongue toy'd tuneful Twas vale verse virtue voice wind wing youth
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Page 201 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 158 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 175 - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 30 - Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee: Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters to be wise; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
Page 161 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Page 177 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 200 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 166 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
Page 165 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 202 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...