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... French . As charm'd I view these rills , and groves , and fields , Thy form , my fair , I near me seem to see ! While nature to the sight her beauties yields , How can I then forbear to think on thee ? From Marquis de Pezac . BY thee ...
... French . As charm'd I view these rills , and groves , and fields , Thy form , my fair , I near me seem to see ! While nature to the sight her beauties yields , How can I then forbear to think on thee ? From Marquis de Pezac . BY thee ...
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... thy kiss Perish must , ere he forget thee . TO LAURA . From the French . Lo ! where the bee from yonder rose , Fill'd with sweet plunder , flies ; Yet still the flower as warmly glows , As rich 20 EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
... thy kiss Perish must , ere he forget thee . TO LAURA . From the French . Lo ! where the bee from yonder rose , Fill'd with sweet plunder , flies ; Yet still the flower as warmly glows , As rich 20 EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
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... French . ONE day the great Henry , his courtiers among , Perceived an odd figure , but sorrily dress'd , Whose air , face , and manner were none of the best : The Monarch , who eyed our unknown ' mid the throng , Wish'd to learn what ...
... French . ONE day the great Henry , his courtiers among , Perceived an odd figure , but sorrily dress'd , Whose air , face , and manner were none of the best : The Monarch , who eyed our unknown ' mid the throng , Wish'd to learn what ...
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... French . HERE lies a man who never married , He to the world , alas ! was known By folly and by vice alone . Ah ! on the tomb to which his sire was carried , Well had it been could all have read This short memorial of the dead , - Here ...
... French . HERE lies a man who never married , He to the world , alas ! was known By folly and by vice alone . Ah ! on the tomb to which his sire was carried , Well had it been could all have read This short memorial of the dead , - Here ...
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... French . OLD John , a bookseller , renown'd in the trade , By this traffic a fortune prodigious has made ; While young John , his son , who scrawls prose , Sir , and verse , By the bookselling trade has quite emptied his purse . Can you ...
... French . OLD John , a bookseller , renown'd in the trade , By this traffic a fortune prodigious has made ; While young John , his son , who scrawls prose , Sir , and verse , By the bookselling trade has quite emptied his purse . Can you ...
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Page 73 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Page 65 - THREE poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Page 212 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Page 73 - Shakspearc and Milton, like gods in the fight, Have put their whole drama and epic to flight ; In satires, epistles, and odes, would they cope. Their numbers retreat before Dryden and Pope ; And Johnson, well arm'd like a hero of yore, Has beat forty French, \ and will beat forty more...
Page 138 - But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead, — Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more — She had not died to-day.
Page 53 - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Page 148 - What can the cause be, when the king hath given His poet sack, the household will not pay? Are they so scanted in their store? — or driven For want of knowing the poet, to say him nay? Well, they should know him, would the king but grant His poet leave to sing his household true...
Page 89 - King George in a fright, Lest Gibbon should write The story of Britain's disgrace, Thought no means more sure His pen to secure, Than to give the historian a place.