PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 - 275 pages |
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... ev'ry clime and age Peculiar claims the Patriot's aid engage : For this the Warrior's arm , the Sage's toil , The daily peril , and the midnight oil , By different means conspiring to one end , The public weal embellish and defend ...
... ev'ry clime and age Peculiar claims the Patriot's aid engage : For this the Warrior's arm , the Sage's toil , The daily peril , and the midnight oil , By different means conspiring to one end , The public weal embellish and defend ...
Page 52
... ev'ry coast the triumphs of thy sword ; That Gallia's flag revers'd , ignobly waves To flush thy heroes , or adorn their graves ; That smiling Commerce every sail expands To waft thee wealth from all the vassal lands , And bids thy ...
... ev'ry coast the triumphs of thy sword ; That Gallia's flag revers'd , ignobly waves To flush thy heroes , or adorn their graves ; That smiling Commerce every sail expands To waft thee wealth from all the vassal lands , And bids thy ...
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... ev'ry day at office hours With swinging thumps Cries stir your stumps : Little Teague kaips running to and fro . MYRTILLA . Tingle , tingle , tingle , goes the little hand - bell . Just like my lady's clack . BOTH . But I'll not trudge ...
... ev'ry day at office hours With swinging thumps Cries stir your stumps : Little Teague kaips running to and fro . MYRTILLA . Tingle , tingle , tingle , goes the little hand - bell . Just like my lady's clack . BOTH . But I'll not trudge ...
Page 189
... ev'ry varying scene with bounty crown , And mark your blissful mansion for her own . There laughing hours shall wing their glad career , There plenty swell the product of the year , And ev'ry sun , that warms the western skies , Sink ...
... ev'ry varying scene with bounty crown , And mark your blissful mansion for her own . There laughing hours shall wing their glad career , There plenty swell the product of the year , And ev'ry sun , that warms the western skies , Sink ...
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... ev'ry mortal hope , Yet hold a world of bliss ? IV . Here might not playful Fancy trace The Empire of a Pigmy race , Or Lilliputian Rule ? Here mark a puny nation's pride , Their armies march , their navies ride , The tyrants of a pool ...
... ev'ry mortal hope , Yet hold a world of bliss ? IV . Here might not playful Fancy trace The Empire of a Pigmy race , Or Lilliputian Rule ? Here mark a puny nation's pride , Their armies march , their navies ride , The tyrants of a pool ...
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Addlestrop ALVARO amain ARIEL ASTRAPHIL Atalanta Atque aught Bath BAUCIS BAUCIS AND PHILEMON Beau Nash beneath bids blaze blessing blest bliss blow bully bower breast charms cheer cheerly Chorus of Sylphs clime coursers Dame Daylesford dear delight doom'd DUETTO DURFEY e'en e'er Enter PLUTUS ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fair fame fate fire foul Geese grace grumble hæc hand Haste heart Heav'n here's Hippomenes IMPEY isle joys JULIA JUPITER AND MERCURY Lady late life's lov'd maid Masquerade meed Metastasio moral Muse MYRTILLA native ne'er NEPTUNE o'er OLIVIA PANDORA PHILANDER PHILEMON PHOEBE pity Pleas'd Plutus's pride prize quæ Quid quôd rear'd RECITATIVE repose restor❜d RICHARD CUMBERLAND roar SCENE scorn shade shore smiles SONG soul Squire Tartarus tears thee THERAMENES thine thou thought thro THYRSIS tibi toil twas UCALEGON weep youth ZEPHYRET Zounds
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Page 205 - And the raven's croak from a neighbouring oak Proclaim'd approaching ill. • • "We are told that at an early period of our history, a goose was sold for Zd., and a cow for 1>.
Page 210 - Like geese of flesh and bone. " But pitying fate at length shall abate The rigour of this decree. By the aid of a sage in a far distant age; And he comes from the East country. " A Pundit his art to this seer shall impart; Where'er he shall wave his wand, The hills shall retire, and the valleys aspire, And the waters usurp the land. " Then, Alice, thy flock their charm shall unlock, And pace with majestic stride, From...
Page 202 - ... determined; but popular tradition, as is usual in cases of the like dilemma, has furnished a ready solution to this inquiry, by ascribing their origin to enchantment . It is accordingly pretended that as an old woman was driving her geese to pasture upon Addlestrop Hill, she was met by one of the weird sisters, who demanded alms, and upon being refused, converted the whole flock into so many stones, which have ever since retained the name of the "Grey Geese of Addlestrop Hill.
Page 210 - Then, Alice, thy flock their charm shall unlock, And pace with majestic stride, From Addlestrop Heath to Daylesford beneath, To lave in their native tide. " And one shall go peep like an Isle o'er the deep, Another delighted wade, At the call of this wizard, to moisten her gizzard By the side of a fair cascade. " This sage to a dame shall be wedded, whose name Praise, honour, and love shall command; By poets renown'd, and by courtesy crown'd The queen of that fairy-land!
Page 11 - This picture, placed these busts between, Gives satire all its strength : Wisdom and Wit are little seen, But Folly at full length.
Page 47 - Some well-known strain that ouce could charm, before His ruthless country spurn'd him from her shore, Then bursts the sigh, then tears in torrents roll, And grief's insatiate tide o'erwhelms the soul.
Page 203 - Pierides, sunt et mihi carmina, me quoque dicunt vatem pastores; sed non ego credulus illis. nam neque adhuc Vario videor nee dicere Cinna digna, sed argutos inter strepere anser olores.
Page 208 - mid the wrack and the fray Entranc'd in a deathlike swoon, 'Till the sheep were in fold, and the curfew toll'd She arose by the light of the moon. And much did she muse at the cold evening dews That reflected the pale moon-beam ; But more at the sight that...
Page 47 - For this resorting to the lonely shore Frequent he listens to the billowy roar, Broods o'er his fate, and gazing far, bewails The waves that part him from his native vales. Or in some close sequester'd glade retir'd Dreams of past years, and pleasures long...
Page 209 - Thy birds are not flown," cried a voice to her moan; " O never again shall they fly, Till Evenlode flow to the steeple at Stow And Oddington mount as high. " But here shall they stand, forlorn on dry land, And parch in the drought and the blast. Nor e'er bathe a feather, save in fog and foul weather, 'Till many an age be past.