The Eighteenth CenturyHistorical Association, 1914 - 66 pages |
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Anderson's British Poets attacks Balaam ballad Battle Berkeley Berkeley bless Bolingbroke brave Britain Britannia Britons CALIFO CALIFORNIA LIBRARY called Carlin celebrated Chalmers Charlie Churchill composed CONTEMPORARY POETRY Court Cowper crowd Crown death defeated Defoe Drapier's Letters Duke e'er England English Poets Epistle famous fate foes foreign France French Gaelic Globe Edition glory Goldsmith Hearts of oak HISTORY Hogg honour Hudibras Ibid Isaac Watts Jacobite Jacobite Relics Jemmy Johnnie Cope King labour laments land Liberty Lord Marlborough mourn Namur NAPOLEON nation o'er the stream odes Oxford peace pilloried Pitt poem political poor Pope Pope's porringer praise pride Prince of Wales Queen rebellion reign rise Roscoe satire seas shore slaves songs stanzas Swift Task tear thee Thomson Tory Treaty Treaty of Utrecht triumph Twas UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA verse Vicar of Bray victory Walpole wealth Whig William
Popular passages
Page 50 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Page 50 - We have no slaves at home — then why abroad ? And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loosed. Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Page 60 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Page 39 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 49 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural Virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail That idly waiting flaps with every gale, 400 Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented Toil, and hospitable Care, And kind connubial Tenderness, are there ; And Piety with wishes placed above, And steady Loyalty, and faithful Love.
Page 16 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia...
Page 49 - Ah, no ! To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Page 51 - 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 : And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date : But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
Page 48 - The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied ; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds...
Page 59 - Time was when it was praise and boast enough In every clime, and travel where we might, That we were born her children. Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue, And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own.