Horace in London: Consisting of Imitations of the First Two Books of the Odes of HoraceJ. Miller, 1813 - 173 Seiten |
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Aganippe angels converse Apollo assail Author Bacchus BAILIFF bard bloom Brighton charms claret COCK LANE GHOST COMIC crown Cumberland Gate curricle dæmon dame dear demigod devils dread ducks E'en Ellen EMANUEL SWEDEN BORG eyes fame fate fire flame Fleet folly Fortune Fortune's Gale ghost Gods Godwin haunts heart heroes Horace HORACE IN LONDON INTRODUCTORY DIALOGUE jovial lame ducks Lane laugh Laura Lord LUCRETIUS Mæcenas MERRY AND WISE moments of youthful Mount Soracte muse ne'er night numbers o'er ocean ODE XII ODE XV ODE XVIII ODE XX ODE XXXV PARTHENON Pindus Plutus poet poor PRIVATE BOXES prize quaff reign rival's roam roses sable Sally scorn seer shine sing smiles snatch song soon soul spectre sprite Street Styx SWEDENBORG sweet swell thee thine thou thro thump thy muse Twas Venus verse wield wine wreath youth zounds
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Seite 8 - What woful stuff this madrigal would be In some starved hackney sonneteer or me ! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens ! how the style refines ! Before his sacred name flies every fault, And each exalted stanza teems with thought.
Seite 153 - George's Fields are fields no more, The trowel supersedes the plough ; Huge inundated swamps of yore, Are changed to civic villas now. The builder's plank, the mason's hod, • Wide, and more wide extending still, Usurp the violated sod, From. Lambeth Marsh, to Balaam Hill.
Seite 27 - Alas ! how short the span of human pride ! Time flies, and hope's romantic schemes are undone ; Cosweller's coach, that carries four inside, Waits to take back the unwilling bard to London. Ye circulating novelists, adieu ! Long envious cords my black portmanteau tighten ; Billiards begone ! avaunt, illegal loo ! Farewell old Ocean's bauble, glittering Brighton. Long shalt thou laugh thine enemies to scorn, Proud as Phoenicia, queen of watering-places ! Boys yet unbreech'd, and virgins yet unborn,...
Seite 37 - Huntington, thou queer fanatic, Tell me why thy love and grace, Thus invade my servant's attic, To unfit him for his place. " For the new light ever pining, Thomas groans and hums and ha's : But alas ! the light is shining, Only through his lanthorn jaws. " May-pole pranks and fiddle scrapers In his eyesight change their hue, Lowering Athanasian vapours Cloud his brain with devils blue.
Seite 31 - Grace's ! Unhappy are the youths who gaze, Who feel her beauty's maddening blaze, And trust to what she utters ! For me, by sad experience wise, At rosy cheeks or sparkling eyes, My heart no longer flutters.
Seite 16 - His idle anger, and laments Some luckless speculation : Of ease, and Clapham Common talks, But soon on Gresham's murmuring walks Resumes his daily station. This makes the jolly God his theme, In claret drowns Aurora's beam, And riots with the friskers : That a dragoon, delights in arms, And thoughtless of Mamma's alarms, Sports high.heel'd boots and whiskers.
Seite 153 - ... Fields are fields no more, The trowel supersedes the plough ; Huge inundated swamps of yore, Are changed to civic villas now. The builder's plank, the mason's hod, • Wide, and more wide extending still, Usurp the violated sod, From. Lambeth Marsh, to Balaam Hill. Pert poplars, yew trees, water tubs, No more at Clapham meet the eye, But velvet lawns, Acacian shrubs, With perfume greet the passer by. Thy carpets, Persia, deck our floors, Chintz curtains shade the polish'd pane, Virandas guard...
Seite 154 - GRESHAM'S hoard, Who founded London's mart of trade ; Not such thy life, Grimalkin's lord, Who Bow's recalling peal obey'd. In Mark or Mincing Lane confin'd, In cheerful toil they pass'd the hours ; 'Twas theirs to leave their wealth behind, To lavish, while we live, is ours. They gave no treats to thankless kings, Many their gains, their wants were few, They built no house with spacious wings To give their riches pinions too. Yet sometimes, leaving in the lurch Sons, to luxurious folly prone, Their...
Seite 113 - Your trifle's no trifle, I ween, To customers prudent as I am ; Your peas in December are green, But I'm not so green as to buy 'em.