#EnglishWriters
At length must Suffolk beauties s… So long renown’d in B-n’s deathle… Thy charms at least, fair Firebra… Some zealous bard to wake the slee… For such thy beauteous mind and lo…
Not the soft sighs of vernal gales… The fragrance of the flowery vales… The murmurs of the crystal rill, The vocal grove, the verdant hill; Not all their charms, though all u…
LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling’ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plent… Great Sir John, are all your own. Loosen’d from the minor’s tether,
Madam, Long have I look’d my tablets o’e… And find I’ve much to thank you f… Outstanding debts beyond account, And new - who knows to what amount…
When Scaliger, whole years of lab… Beheld his lexicon complete at las… And weary of his task, with wond’r… Saw, from words pil’d on words, a… He curs’d the industry, inertly st…
The Electrician Long hast thou borne the burden of… Thy task is ended, venerable Grey… No more shall art thy dexterous ha… To break the sleep of elemental fi…
This tributary verse receive, my f… Warm with an ardent lover’s fondes… May this returning day for ever fi… Thy form more lovely, more adorn’d… All pains, all cares, may favourin…
Of the modern versifications of ancient legendary tales. - An impr… The tender infant, meek and mild, Fell down upon the stone: The nurse took p the squealing chi…
{On her giving the author a gold a… net-work purse of her own weaving}… Though gold and silk their charms… To make thy curious web delight, In vain the varied work would shin…
Written in Ridicule of Certain P… {of Thomas Warton} Published in 1… Wheresoe’er I turn my view, All is strange, yet nothing new; Endless labour all along,
On her playing upon the harpsichor… a room hung with flower-pieces of… When Stella strikes the tuneful s… In scenes of imitated Spring, Where beauty lavishes her powers
No more thus brooding o’er yon hea… With avarice painful vigils keep: Still unenjoy’d the present store, Still endless sighs are breathed f… O! quit the shadow, catch the priz…
O Thou! whose power o’er moving w… Whose voice created, and whose wis… On darkling man in pure effulgence… And cheer the clouded mind with li… ’Tis thine alone to calm the pious…
Stern Winter now, by Spring repre… Forbears the long-continued strife… And Nature, on her naked breast, Delights to catch the gales of lif… Now o’er the rural kingdom roves,
To Stella: Evening now from purple wings Sheds the grateful gifts she bring… Brilliant drops bedeck the mead, Cooling breezes shake the reed;