Plays and Poems

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T. Evans and R. Baldwin, 1777 - 272 strán (strany)
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Strana 238 - Thy tow'ring spirit now is broke, Thy neck is bended to the yoke. What foreign arms could never quell, By civil rage and rancour fell. The rural pipe and merry lay No more shall cheer the happy day : No social scenes of gay delight Beguile the dreary winter night : No strains but those of sorrow flow, And...
Strana iv - The exhibitions of the stage were improved to the most exquisite entertainment by the talents and management of Garrick, who greatly surpassed all his predecessors of this and perhaps every other nation, in his genius for acting ; in the sweetness and variety of his tones, the irresistible magic of his eye, the fire and vivacity of his action, the elegance of attitude, and the whole pathos of expression.
Strana xxii - Turin, in his return home; and a sad tale of sorrowful adventures he had to tell, "wherein he spoke of moving accidents by flood and field, and of the cannibals which each other eat: the Anthropophagi" he had been flay'd alive, and bedevil'd, and used worse than St. Bartholomew, at every stage he had come at I'll tell it, cried Smelfungus, to the world. You had better tell it, said I, to your physician.
Strana 255 - ON Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love, I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod the Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round...
Strana 237 - Thro' all the village fpread the tender tear, While pitying maids our wond'rous loves relate. THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCXLYl. I. Tli'OURN, haplefs CALEDONIA, mourn •* •*• Thy banifh'd peace, thy laurels torn ! Thy fons, for valour long renown'd, Lie flaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hofpitable roofs, no more, Invite the ftranger to the door ; In fmoaky ruins funk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. II. The wretched owner fees afar His all become the prey of war;...
Strana 256 - May numerous herds and flocks be seen : And lasses chanting o'er the pail, And shepherds piping in the dale ; And ancient faith that knows no guile, And industry embrown'd with toil ; And hearts resolved and hands prepared The blessings they enjoy to guard 1 [S
Strana 205 - Poet. ENOUGH, enough; all this we knew before ; 'Tis infamous, I grant it, to be poor : And who so much to sense and glory lost, Will hug the curse that not one joy can boast!
Strana xx - My fecrecy you may depend upon when I prefume to differ from you in any point of opinion, I fhall always do it with diffidence and deference. I have been ill thefe three months : but hope foon to be in a condition to pay my refpects to Mr.
Strana 239 - Oh baneful caufe, oh ! fatal morn, Accurs'd to ages yet unborn ! The fons, againft their fathers flood, The parent fhed his children's blood.
Strana xi - ... copies or imitations of each other. They differ as much as the Ajax, Diomed, and Achilles, of Homer. This was undoubtedly a greater effort of genius ; and the doctor seems to have described his own character at the different stages and situations of his life.

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