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... look for a Key ? Ah the Graces ! -thefe only our thoughts fhould em- ploy , And all Arts be reduced to the Je ne fcai quoi . A Senator , high in his Sovereign's grace , Refts the proof of his wit on the worth of his place Holds him ...
... look for a Key ? Ah the Graces ! -thefe only our thoughts fhould em- ploy , And all Arts be reduced to the Je ne fcai quoi . A Senator , high in his Sovereign's grace , Refts the proof of his wit on the worth of his place Holds him ...
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... look only to that which prefides in the nature of the thing before us : in matters of taste , the effentials of the objects are in their immediate impreffions . My subject recalls me to points of easier management , and more within our ...
... look only to that which prefides in the nature of the thing before us : in matters of taste , the effentials of the objects are in their immediate impreffions . My subject recalls me to points of easier management , and more within our ...
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... look on these things in a moral , but , a poli- tical light we are not to confider thefe gen- tlemen as void of all ideas of right and wrong , but as generous Patriots , who facri- fice every appearance of Virtue to the pub- lic ...
... look on these things in a moral , but , a poli- tical light we are not to confider thefe gen- tlemen as void of all ideas of right and wrong , but as generous Patriots , who facri- fice every appearance of Virtue to the pub- lic ...
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... unfever'd loves . Now , Mira , art thou pale with fear ; Look not , thou Sweetness , thus forlorn ; She fmiles - and now fuch tints appear As steal upon the filver morn . D 4 Quick , Quick , Hymen , to the temple lead ; Cupid [ 55 ]
... unfever'd loves . Now , Mira , art thou pale with fear ; Look not , thou Sweetness , thus forlorn ; She fmiles - and now fuch tints appear As steal upon the filver morn . D 4 Quick , Quick , Hymen , to the temple lead ; Cupid [ 55 ]
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... look was like mift on the wave , thy fhield , a red cloud in a storm . Armor renowned in war came , and fought Daura's love ; he was not long de nied ; fair was the hope of their friends .. EARCH , fon of Odgal , repined ; for his ...
... look was like mift on the wave , thy fhield , a red cloud in a storm . Armor renowned in war came , and fought Daura's love ; he was not long de nied ; fair was the hope of their friends .. EARCH , fon of Odgal , repined ; for his ...
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Page 16 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Page 53 - RYNO The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!
Page 51 - ALONE, on the sea-beat rock, my daughter was heard to complain. Frequent and loud were her cries. What could her father do? All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon.
Page v - Epifodes of a greater Work which related to the Wars of Fingal, Concerning this Hero innumerable Traditions remain, to this Day, in the Highlands of Scotland. The...
Page 55 - A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar.
Page 21 - Connal ? and who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth.
Page 8 - This is robbery. The second by commerce, which is generally cheating. The third by agriculture, the only honest way, wherein man receives a real increase of the seed thrown into the ground, in a kind of continual miracle...
Page vii - It is believed, that, by a careful inquiry, many more remains of ancient genius, no lefs valuable than thofe now given to the world, might .be found in the fame country where thefe have been collected.
Page 47 - Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream! why should I stay behind?
Page 24 - Oscian, prince of men! what tears run down the cheeks of age? what shades thy mighty soul? Memory, son of Alpin, memory wounds the aged. Of former times are my thoughts; my thoughts are of the noble Fingal.