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Abbey Abraham Fraunce ancient ANTI-JACOBIN arms atque Author Ballynahinch band Beef Beefington blood bold breast British CANTO Casimere Cecilia charms Chepstow Castle Civil Society Count Benyowsky Count of Weimar Country's crimes Curves Dactylics delight Didactic Poems Duke e'er Euclid eyes fair fair Isle fame feel fire flame France Freedom French FRIEND OF HUMANITY Gallia German glory glowing Guillotine hand head hear heart Higgins Hippona hope imitation Jacobin King Knife-grinder Knight Templar land laws Lepaux Liberty lines Matilda morals Morning Chronicle Muse Naiads niversity of Gottingen Number nymphs o'er passion patriot PHILOSOPHICAL poet poetry praise present principles Pudd Puddingfield rage Rapine Readers Richard Stanyhurst Rogero round Saint Sapphic savage scene sentiment shore Sirmio smile song soul sweet thee thine Three throne translated TRIANGLES Troubadour truth verse virtue Waiter Wave Weimar wild Young Pottingen
Page 238 - No — through the extended globe his feelings run As broad and general as the unbounded sun! 4o No narrow bigot he\ — his reasoned view Thy interests, England, ranks with thine, Peru! France at our doors, he sees no danger nigh, But heaves for Turkey's woes the impartial sigh; A steady Patriot of the World alone, The friend of every country — but his own.
Page 21 - ... and glad the heart of the poor sufferer. — But no such thing — the Bard very calmly contemplates her situation, which he describes in a pair of very pathetical stanzas; and after the following well-imagined topic of consolation, concludes by leaving her to Providence. Thy husband will never return from the war again ; Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as Charity, Cold are thy famished babes — God kelp thee, widow'd one!
Page 153 - O navis, referent in mare te novi fluctus ! o quid agis ? fortiter occupa portum ! nonne vides ut nudum remigio latus et malus celeri saucius Africo 5 antennaeque gemant ac sine funibus vix durare carinae possint imperiosius aequor?
Page 190 - Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U — — niversity of Gottingen, — — niversity of Gottingen.
Page 146 - There oft — returning from those green retreats, Where fair Vauxhallia decks her sylvan seats ; — Where each spruce nymph, from city compters free, Sips the froth'd syllabub, or fragrant tea ; While with sliced ham, scraped beef, and burnt champagne, Her 'prentice lover soothes his amorous pain ; — There oft, in well-trimm'd wherry, glide along Smart beaux and giggling belles, a glittering throng : Smells the tarr'd rope — with undulation fine Flaps the loose sail — the silken awnings shine...
Page 234 - Sappho's diamonds with her dirty shift, 20 Blunt, Charteris, Hopkins, — meaner subjects fired The keen-eyed Poet ; while the Muse inspired Her ardent child, — entwining, as he sate, His laurell'd chaplet with the thorns of hate.
Page 100 - God prosper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all ; A woeful hunting once there did In Chevy Chase befall...
Page 7 - She scream'd for fresh geneva. Not to her Did the blithe fields of Tothill, or thy street, St. Giles, its fair varieties expand, Till at the last, in slow-drawn cart, she went To execution. Dost thou ask her crime ? SHE WHIPP'D TWO FEMALE PRENTICES TO DEATH, AND HID THEM IN THE COAL-HOLE; for her mind Shaped strictest plans of discipline.
Page 194 - Stella," a German (or professedly a German) piece now much in vogue, from which, also, the catastrophe of Mr. Higgins's play is in part borrowed, so far as relates to the agreement to which the ladies come, as the reader will see by and by, to share Casimere between them. The dinner scene is copied partly from the published translation of the " Stranger," and partly from the first scene of
Page 250 - Couriers and Stars, sedition's evening host, "Thou Morning Chronicle and Morning Post, "Whether ye make the Rights of Man your theme, "Your country libel, and your God blaspheme, "Or dirt on private worth and virtue throw, "Still, blasphemous or blackguard, praise Lepaux! "And ye five other wandering bards that move "In sweet accord of harmony and love, "Coleridge and Southey, Lloyd and Lamb, and Co. "Tune all your mystic harps to praise Lepaux!