Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Bind 5–6J. Bell, 1789 |
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... За And youth and manhood feel the heart - born fire ; The charms of praise the coy , the modest woo , And only fly that glory may pursue : She , power resistless , rules the wise and great 2 Epist . I. EPISTLES SATIRICAL.
... За And youth and manhood feel the heart - born fire ; The charms of praise the coy , the modest woo , And only fly that glory may pursue : She , power resistless , rules the wise and great 2 Epist . I. EPISTLES SATIRICAL.
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... fire ; Strips black Oppression of her gay disguise , And bids the hag in native horror rise ; Strikes tow'ring pride and lawless rapine dead , And plants the wreath on Virtue's awful head . Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd pow'r ...
... fire ; Strips black Oppression of her gay disguise , And bids the hag in native horror rise ; Strikes tow'ring pride and lawless rapine dead , And plants the wreath on Virtue's awful head . Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd pow'r ...
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... fires , And white - rob'd Chastity with tears retires ; 136 When rank Adultery on the genial bed Hot from Cocytus rears her baleful head : When private faith and public trust are sold , And traitors barter liberty for gold ; When fell ...
... fires , And white - rob'd Chastity with tears retires ; 136 When rank Adultery on the genial bed Hot from Cocytus rears her baleful head : When private faith and public trust are sold , And traitors barter liberty for gold ; When fell ...
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... fires her eye ; Then flash her lightnings , and her thunders fly ; Wide and more wide her flaming bolts are hurl'd , Till all her wrath involves the guilty world . Yet SATIRE oft assumes a gentler mien , And.beams on Virtue's friends a ...
... fires her eye ; Then flash her lightnings , and her thunders fly ; Wide and more wide her flaming bolts are hurl'd , Till all her wrath involves the guilty world . Yet SATIRE oft assumes a gentler mien , And.beams on Virtue's friends a ...
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... fire , For SATIRE's bow resign'd the sounding lyre : Each arrow polish'd in his hand was seen , And as it grew more polish'd , grew more keen . His art , conceal'd in study'd negligence , Politely sly , cajol'd the foes of sense : He ...
... fire , For SATIRE's bow resign'd the sounding lyre : Each arrow polish'd in his hand was seen , And as it grew more polish'd , grew more keen . His art , conceal'd in study'd negligence , Politely sly , cajol'd the foes of sense : He ...
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adorn Bard beauty beauty's Behold blest bloom boast bold bosom breast breath Brentford bright Britain's charms Colley Cibber dare delight divine e'er Earl EPISTLE ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flow'rs folly fond fool form'd GARRICK genius give glow golden reign grace Graecian grove hand hate hear heart heav'n honor Houyhnhnm ibid JOHN DUNCOMBE kings Lady lie Fit Lord lyre MARGARET CAVENDISH merit mind Muse Muse's Nature's ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er PANEGYRICAL passion Pindar pleas'd poet Pope pow'r praise pride queen quid rage rapture reign rise sacred SATIRE SATIRE's scene scorn sense shade shame shew shine shun slaves smile soft song soul strains sweet taste tears thee thine thou thought thro toil truth tuneful verse vice virtue Virtue's voice wise youth ΤΟ
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Side 35 - Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Secure, whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resign'd; For love, which scarce collective man can fill; For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill; For faith, that, panting for a happier seat, Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat...
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Side 29 - O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain; No joys to him pacific sceptres yield, War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field; Behold surrounding kings their pow'r combine, And one capitulate, and one resign, Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain; "Think nothing gain'd," he cries, "till nought remain, On Moscow's wall till Gothic standards fly, And all be mine beneath the Polar sky.
Side 27 - Should no disease thy torpid veins invade, Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy shade ; Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Side 22 - LET observation, with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Side 36 - There none are swept by sudden fate away, But all whom hunger spares with age decay: Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, 15 And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.
Side 39 - The common sewer of Paris and of Rome, With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
Side 29 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
Side 29 - While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.