Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and An Essay on English Poetry, Zväzok 5Thomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
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... play the fool . He said ' twas wealth gave joy and mirth , And that to be the dearest wife Of one , who labour'd all his life To make a mine of gold his own , And not spend sixpence when he'd done , Was heaven upon earth . When these ...
... play the fool . He said ' twas wealth gave joy and mirth , And that to be the dearest wife Of one , who labour'd all his life To make a mine of gold his own , And not spend sixpence when he'd done , Was heaven upon earth . When these ...
Strana 17
... plays , Which some deceitful swain has set , Pleas'd with herself , she fondly stays To die deluded in the net . Love may such frauds for you prepare , Yourself the captive and the snare . But , Chloris , whilst you there review Those ...
... plays , Which some deceitful swain has set , Pleas'd with herself , she fondly stays To die deluded in the net . Love may such frauds for you prepare , Yourself the captive and the snare . But , Chloris , whilst you there review Those ...
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... play'd so lightly on your mind , It left no lasting print behind . EDWARD WARD . BORN 1667. - DIED 1731 . EDWARD ( familiarly called Ned ) WARD was a low- born , uneducated man , who followed the trade of a publican . He is said ...
... play'd so lightly on your mind , It left no lasting print behind . EDWARD WARD . BORN 1667. - DIED 1731 . EDWARD ( familiarly called Ned ) WARD was a low- born , uneducated man , who followed the trade of a publican . He is said ...
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... play'd . Clean as young lambkins or the goose's down , And like the goldfinch in her Sunday gown . The witless lamb may sport upon the plain , The frisking kid delight the gaping swain , The wanton calf may skip with many a bound , And ...
... play'd . Clean as young lambkins or the goose's down , And like the goldfinch in her Sunday gown . The witless lamb may sport upon the plain , The frisking kid delight the gaping swain , The wanton calf may skip with many a bound , And ...
Strana 25
... the squire loves hare , But white - pot thick is my Buxoma's fare . While she loves white - pot , capon ne'er shall be , Nor hare , nor beef , nor pudding , food for me . L. Clout . As once I play'd at blindman's buff JOHN GAY . 25.
... the squire loves hare , But white - pot thick is my Buxoma's fare . While she loves white - pot , capon ne'er shall be , Nor hare , nor beef , nor pudding , food for me . L. Clout . As once I play'd at blindman's buff JOHN GAY . 25.
Časté výrazy a frázy
Æsop ALLAN RAMSAY beneath Biron blest bliss BORN bosom breast breath bright charms COLLEY CIBBER crown'd Cuddy dear death delight e'er earth Ev'n eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear fond gentle GEORGE LILLO GEORGE SEWELL give grace grave Grongar Hill hair hand happy hast head hear heart heaven heel I three JOHN VANBRUGH Jove LEONARD WELSTED live Lord Lubberkin maid Metis mind Moria mortal Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain peace plain pleas'd pleasure poet praise pride rise round seem'd shade shining sighs sing sleep smile soft song soon soul spleen swain sweet swelling sylphs taste tears tell Thalestris thee THOMAS WARTON thou thought trembling turn me thrice Twas Venus vows ween WILLIAM SHENSTONE Wilm Wilmot wind wings wretch youth
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Strana 220 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Strana 121 - A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs, Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs; Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow, To change a flounce, or add a furbelow.
Strana 332 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal : The mountains round, unhappy fate ! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise : Still...
Strana 135 - Unless good Sense preserve what Beauty gains : That Men may say, when we the Front-box grace, Behold the first in Virtue as in Face...
Strana 136 - And trust me, dear ! good-humour can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail. Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll ; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Strana 130 - And screen'd in shades from day's detested glare, She sighs for ever on her pensive bed, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
Strana 112 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death ! where is thy sting ? The Universal Prayer FATHER of all!
Strana 121 - Planets through the boundless Sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light Pursue the Stars that shoot athwart the Night ; Or suck the Mists in grosser Air below, Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow, Or brew fierce Tempests on the wintry Main, Or o'er the Glebe distil the kindly Rain.
Strana 312 - TO EVENING. If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Strana 42 - India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms. Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.