Poetical selections, consisting of the most approved pieces of our best British poets, excellent specimens of fugitive poetry, and some original pieces by Cowper, Darwin, and others |
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第 193 頁
... Twizzle . Now you must know , This Doctor Crow - Was not of Law , nor Music , nor Divinity ; He was obstetrick ; -but , the fact is , He did'nt in Lucina's turnpike practice ; He took bye roads - reducing ladies ' shapes , Who had secur ...
... Twizzle . Now you must know , This Doctor Crow - Was not of Law , nor Music , nor Divinity ; He was obstetrick ; -but , the fact is , He did'nt in Lucina's turnpike practice ; He took bye roads - reducing ladies ' shapes , Who had secur ...
第 195 頁
... Twizzle . Besides he now began to feel The want of it was rather ungenteel ; For he had , often , thought it a disgrace 66 To hear , while sitting in his room , above , Twizzle's shrill maid , on the first landing place , Screaming a ...
... Twizzle . Besides he now began to feel The want of it was rather ungenteel ; For he had , often , thought it a disgrace 66 To hear , while sitting in his room , above , Twizzle's shrill maid , on the first landing place , Screaming a ...
第 198 頁
... Twizzle declares his house sustain'd a shock , Enough to shake his lodgers out of bed . Toby , his rage thus vented in the rap , Went serpentining home to take his nap . " Tis now high time to let you know That the obstetrick Doctor ...
... Twizzle declares his house sustain'd a shock , Enough to shake his lodgers out of bed . Toby , his rage thus vented in the rap , Went serpentining home to take his nap . " Tis now high time to let you know That the obstetrick Doctor ...
第 199 頁
... Twizzle's house ! and damn the bell ! " And damn the Fool who rang it ! Well , From all such plagues I'll quickly be deliver'd . " " What ? —quickly be delivered ! " echoes Crow ; " Who is it ? -Come , be sharp - reply , reply ; " Who ...
... Twizzle's house ! and damn the bell ! " And damn the Fool who rang it ! Well , From all such plagues I'll quickly be deliver'd . " " What ? —quickly be delivered ! " echoes Crow ; " Who is it ? -Come , be sharp - reply , reply ; " Who ...
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第 18 頁 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave...
第 19 頁 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
第 169 頁 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
第 118 頁 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
第 20 頁 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; — Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
第 16 頁 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第 221 頁 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
第 52 頁 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
第 48 頁 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
第 219 頁 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.