The Beauties of English Poesy, Volume 1William Griffin, 1767 |
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... rev'rence , and extends The little engine on his fingers ends ; This juft behind Belinda's neck he fpread , As o'er the fragrant fteams fhe bends her head . Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprites repair , A Swift ENGLISH POES Y. 15.
... rev'rence , and extends The little engine on his fingers ends ; This juft behind Belinda's neck he fpread , As o'er the fragrant fteams fhe bends her head . Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprites repair , A Swift ENGLISH POES Y. 15.
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Oliver Goldsmith. Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprites repair , A thousand wings , by turns , blow back the hair ; And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear ; Thrice fhe look'd back , and thrice the foe drew near . Just in that ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprites repair , A thousand wings , by turns , blow back the hair ; And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear ; Thrice fhe look'd back , and thrice the foe drew near . Just in that ...
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... thousands more in equal mirth maintains . But oh ! if e'er thy Gnome could fpoi : a grace , Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face , Like Citron - waters matrons cheeks inflame , Or change complexions at a lofing game ; If e'er with airy ...
... thousands more in equal mirth maintains . But oh ! if e'er thy Gnome could fpoi : a grace , Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face , Like Citron - waters matrons cheeks inflame , Or change complexions at a lofing game ; If e'er with airy ...
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... thousand want befide ? But what new marks of wonder foon took place In ev'ry fettling feature of his face ; When from his veft the young companion bore That cup , the gen'rous landlord own'd before , And paid , profufely , with the ...
... thousand want befide ? But what new marks of wonder foon took place In ev'ry fettling feature of his face ; When from his veft the young companion bore That cup , the gen'rous landlord own'd before , And paid , profufely , with the ...
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... thousand liveries dight , While the plowman , near at hand , Whistles o'er the furrow'd land , And the milk - maid fingeth blithe , And the mower whets his fcythe , And every fhepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale ...
... thousand liveries dight , While the plowman , near at hand , Whistles o'er the furrow'd land , And the milk - maid fingeth blithe , And the mower whets his fcythe , And every fhepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale ...
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Balaam bleffings Blouzelind breaſt breath cloſe cry'd CUDDY Dæmon defcend e'er eaſe ECLOGUE erft Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fecret fecure feem feen fhade fhall fhining fide fighs fight filent filver fing fire firft firſt flain fleep flow'r fmile foft folemn fome fong foon foul fpring ftands ftill ftrain fuch fung fwain fweet fwell Gnome guife hair heart Heav'n heel I three himſelf juft king laft laſt lefs LOBBIN CLOUT loft Lubberkin maid moſt mufe mufic Muſe muſt numbers Nymph o'er paffion parterre plain pleaſure poet pow'r praiſe pray'r pride raiſe reft rife riſe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkies ſky ſpread ſtate ſtream ſweet Sylphs tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand three times mark thro trembling Twas Umbriel uſeful ween whofe whoſe wind youth
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Page 57 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 41 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Page 54 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 57 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 122 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Page 47 - Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee, The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew...
Page 13 - Of broken Troops an easy Conquest find. Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild Disorder seen, With Throngs promiscuous strow the level Green.
Page 47 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 29 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 7 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.