The Works, of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams ...: From the Originals in the Possession of His Grandson the Right Hon. the Earl of Essex [and Others], Band 3E. Jeffery and son, 1822 |
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WORKS OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE Horace 1717-1797 Walpole,Charles Sir Hanbury Williams, 1708-175,Edward Jeffrey Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 41 - When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers. Thou sittest at the right hand of God in the glory of the Father. We believe that thou shalt come to be our Judge.
Seite 3 - Tis chiefly taste, or blunt or gross or fine, Makes life insipid, bestial, or divine. Better be born with taste to little rent, Than the dull monarch of a continent. Without this bounty which the gods bestow, Can fortune make one favourite happy? — No. As well might fortune, in her frolic vein, Proclaim an oyster sovereign of the main.
Seite 2 - Amongst the daily, weekly, monthly wits. Content if some few friends indulge my name, So slightly am I stung with love of fame, I would not scrawl one hundred idle lines — Not for the praise of all the magazines. Yet once a moon, perhaps, I steal a night; And, if our sire Apollo pleases, write.
Seite 42 - Thou hast done us. And confine them to their turnips for ever. Day by day we sing ballads unto Thee. And we bawl against Hanover, ever world without end. Vouchsafe O King, to keep us this year without thy Hanoverians. The Lord have Mercy upon us ; the Lord have Mercy upon us. O King let thy Mercy lighten our taxes, as our Credit should be in Thee.
Seite 42 - O King, spare thy people of England. And now squeeze thy people of Hanover. Govern them as Thou hast governed us, And confine them to their turnips for ever. Day by day we sing ballads unto Thee. And we bawl against Hanover, ever world without end. Vouchsafe, O King, to keep us this year without thy Hanoverians. The Lord have mercy upon us...
Seite 8 - Twould more indulge my pride to hear it said, That I with you the paths of honour tread, Than that, amongst the proud poetic train, No modern boasted a more classic vein; Or that in numbers I let loose my song, Smooth as the Tweed, and as the Severn strong. TASTE.
Seite 5 - These the fine frame with charming horrors chill, And give the nerves delightfully to thrill. But of all taste the noblest and the best, The first enjoyment of the generous breast, Is to behold in man's obnoxious state Scenes of content, and happy turns of fate. Fair views of nature, shining works of art, Amuse the fancy : but those touch the heart. Chiefly for this proud epic song delights, For this some riot on th
Seite 2 - Goths, that stare astonished at their verse; To the rank tribes submit their virgin lays : So gross, so bestial, is the lust of praise! I to sound judges from the mob appeal, And write to those who most my subject feel. Eumenes, these dry moral lines I trust With you, whom naught that 's moral can disgust.
Seite 5 - The first enjoyment of the generous breast, Is to behold in man's obnoxious state Scenes of content, and happy turns of fate. Fair views of nature, shining works of art, Amuse the fancy : but those touch the heart. Chiefly for this proud epic song delights, For this some riot on th1 Arabian Nights. Each case is ours : and for the human mind 'Tis monstrous not to feel for all mankind.
Seite 1 - KIND to my frailties still, Eumenes, hear ; Once more I try the patience of your ear. Not oft I sing: the happier for the town, So stunn'd already they're quite stupid grown With monthly, daily — charming; things I own.