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... a book of hymns written by Doctor Collyer : " Leaning on thy dear faithful breast May I resign my breath ; And in thy soft embraces lose The bitterness of death . Turn , Commentator grave , and pore content To find 26 THE MODERN DUNCIAD .
... a book of hymns written by Doctor Collyer : " Leaning on thy dear faithful breast May I resign my breath ; And in thy soft embraces lose The bitterness of death . Turn , Commentator grave , and pore content To find 26 THE MODERN DUNCIAD .
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... breath recall , Genius , fir'd with high disdain , Thus would speak - nor speak in vain— " All this empty pomp and show , All this feign'd , or real woe , Honour none , ye servile crew , Brings to me , but shame to you ! When my ...
... breath recall , Genius , fir'd with high disdain , Thus would speak - nor speak in vain— " All this empty pomp and show , All this feign'd , or real woe , Honour none , ye servile crew , Brings to me , but shame to you ! When my ...
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... breath of the one , and the watery eyes of the other , remarked that he sat between sighs and tears , ) quaffed bumpers , till their heads grew as light as their hearts , and their wit sparkled like their own Falernian : Aristippus and ...
... breath of the one , and the watery eyes of the other , remarked that he sat between sighs and tears , ) quaffed bumpers , till their heads grew as light as their hearts , and their wit sparkled like their own Falernian : Aristippus and ...
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... breath . Happy old Man ! here , in my country box , * Fortunate Senex , ergo tua rura manebunt : Et tibi magna satis ; quamvis lapis omnia nudus , & c . And fruitful fields , I learn the price of stocks OR , TOWN ECLOGUES . 131.
... breath . Happy old Man ! here , in my country box , * Fortunate Senex , ergo tua rura manebunt : Et tibi magna satis ; quamvis lapis omnia nudus , & c . And fruitful fields , I learn the price of stocks OR , TOWN ECLOGUES . 131.
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... Gives ten - fold terrors to the tyrant death , Haunts our last hour , and leaves but with our breath . Be grateful for the good that Heav'n bestows , By day employment , and by night repose ; Content THE PROPHECY . 203.
... Gives ten - fold terrors to the tyrant death , Haunts our last hour , and leaves but with our breath . Be grateful for the good that Heav'n bestows , By day employment , and by night repose ; Content THE PROPHECY . 203.
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Page 117 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 62 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives...
Page 98 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 89 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right ; But bow'd his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Page 119 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 62 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose : And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Page 131 - Fortunate senex, ergo tua rura manebunt! et tibi magna satis, quamvis lapis omnia nudus limosoque palus obducat pascua iunco.
Page 82 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 62 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Page 91 - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.