Bell's Edition, Volumes 107-109

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J. Bell, 1793 - English poetry
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Page 33 - Fawns in the day, and butchers in the night ; With that malignant envy which turns pale And sickens even if a friend prevail...
Page 66 - Book-worms and Catamites engross'd the Court ; Vain of the Scholar, like all Scotsmen since The Pedant Scholar, he forgot the Prince, And, having with some trifles stor'd his brain, Ne'er learn'd, or wish'd to learn the arts to reign.
Page 41 - All, One and All, shall in this Chorus join, And dumb to others' praise, be loud in Mine. Rejoice, Ye happy GOTHAMITES, rejoice; Lift up your voice on high, a mighty voice...
Page 64 - In fancied scenes, as in life's real plan, He could not, for a moment, sink the man. In whate'er cast his character was laid, Self still, like oil, upon the surface play'd. Nature, in spite of all his skill, crept in : Horatio, Dorax, Falstaff, — still 'twas Quin.
Page 70 - Onward they rush, at Fame's imperious call, And, less than greatest, would not be at all. Smit with the love of honour, — or the pence, — O'errun with wit, and destitute of sense, Should any novice in the...
Page 53 - Whose ev'ry word is Sense and Law, For what his Greatness hath decreed, Like Laws of Persia and of Mede, Sacred thro...
Page xxi - Health to great GLOSTER] — from a man unknown, Who holds thy health as dearly as his own, Accept this greeting — nor let modest fear Call up one maiden blush — I mean not here To wound with flatt'ry — 'tis a Villain's art, And suits not with the frankness of my heart.
Page 185 - Ere this, had damn'd to everlasting shame) Their steps he follows, and their crimes partakes, To Virtue lost, to Vice alone he wakes, Most lusciously declaims 'gainst luscious themes, And, whilst he rails at blasphemy, blasphemes.
Page 59 - Had I the power I could not have the time, Whilst spirits flow, and life is in her prime, Without a sin 'gainst pleasure, to design A plan to methodize each thought, each line, Highly to finish, and make every grace, In itself charming, take new charms from place.
Page 84 - ... seems to sleep? Still, when his subject rises proud to view, With equal strength the poet rises too: With strong invention, noblest vigour fraught, Thought still springs up and rises out of thought; Numbers ennobling numbers in their course, In varied sweetness flow, in varied force; The powers of genius and of judgment join, And the whole Art of Poetry is thine.

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