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... round thee fly , The light Militia of the lower sky : Thefe , tho ' unfeen , are ever on the wing , Hang o'er the Box , and hover round the Ring . Think what an equipage thou hast in air , And view with scorn two Pages and a Chair . As ...
... round thee fly , The light Militia of the lower sky : Thefe , tho ' unfeen , are ever on the wing , Hang o'er the Box , and hover round the Ring . Think what an equipage thou hast in air , And view with scorn two Pages and a Chair . As ...
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... round the fails repair : Soft o'er the fhrouds aërial whispers breathe , That feem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath . Some to the fun their infect - wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or fink in clouds of gold ; Tranfparent forms ...
... round the fails repair : Soft o'er the fhrouds aërial whispers breathe , That feem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath . Some to the fun their infect - wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or fink in clouds of gold ; Tranfparent forms ...
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... round ; On fhining Altars of Japan they raise The filver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From filver fpouts the grateful liquors glide , While China's earth receives the fmoaking tide : At once they gratify their scent and tafte , And ...
... round ; On fhining Altars of Japan they raise The filver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From filver fpouts the grateful liquors glide , While China's earth receives the fmoaking tide : At once they gratify their scent and tafte , And ...
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... round unthinking face , He first the fnuff - box open'd , then the cafe , And thus broke out- " My Lord , why , what the " devil ? " Z - ds ! damn the Lock ! ' fore Gad , you must be " civil ! " Plague on't ! ' tis paft a jeft - nay ...
... round unthinking face , He first the fnuff - box open'd , then the cafe , And thus broke out- " My Lord , why , what the " devil ? " Z - ds ! damn the Lock ! ' fore Gad , you must be " civil ! " Plague on't ! ' tis paft a jeft - nay ...
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... round our coaches crowd the white - glov'd Beaux , Why bows the fide - box from its inmost rows ? How vain are all these glories , all our pains , Unless good fenfe preferve what beauty gains : That men may fay , when we the front - box ...
... round our coaches crowd the white - glov'd Beaux , Why bows the fide - box from its inmost rows ? How vain are all these glories , all our pains , Unless good fenfe preferve what beauty gains : That men may fay , when we the front - box ...
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Page 65 - hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree : Another came ; nor yet befide the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. The next, with dirges due, in fad array, Slow thro' the church-yard path we faw him borne. .Approach and read (for thou can'ft read) the lay, Grav'd on the
Page 57 - admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleafures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight, -And, finging, ftartle the dull night ■From his watch-tow'r in the Ikies, Till the dappled dawn doth rife ; Then to come, in fpite of forrow, And, at my window, bid
Page 60 - In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With ftore of ladies, whofe bright eyes, Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In faffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feaft, and revelry, With
Page 39 - FA R in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a rev'rend Hermit grew; The mofs his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the cryftal well: Remote from man, with God he pafs'd the days, Pray'r all his bus'nefs, all his pleafure, praife. A life fo
Page 57 - 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 fleek ; Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter, holding both his fides. ■Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantaftic toe; And, in thy right hand, lead with thee The mountain nymph, fweet Liberty
Page 53 - when the fun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax, with heaved ftroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Page 129 - toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble: Never ending, ftill beginning, Fighting ftill, and ftill deftroying: If the world be; worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying. Lovely Thais fits befide thee, Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the Ikies with loud applaufe; So Love was crown'd, but Mufic won the caufe.
Page 12 - Burns to encounter two advent'rous Knights, At Ombre fmgly to decide their doom, And fwells her breaft with conquefts yet to come. Strait the three bands prepare in arms to join, Each band the number of the facred nine. Soon as Ihe fpreads her hand, th' aerial guard Defcend, and fit on each important card
Page 65 - air Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere, Heav'n did a recompence as largely fend : ■He gave to mis'ry all he had, a tear
Page 20 - Here files of pins extend their fhining rows, Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms; The fair each moment rifes in her charms, Repairs her fmiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face