The Cat-fight: A Mock Heroic Poem. Supported with Copious Extracts from Ancient and Modern Classic Authors ...1824 - 276 ˹éÒ |
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... spread as to become a part of the Mental Recre- ations in most of the convivial and other social circles in many of the cities and opulent towns on both sides of the Atlantic ; repeated by geniuses , and to audiences of the first ...
... spread as to become a part of the Mental Recre- ations in most of the convivial and other social circles in many of the cities and opulent towns on both sides of the Atlantic ; repeated by geniuses , and to audiences of the first ...
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... spread the fated plain : French , English , Russians , Prussians , bite the ground , The earth rebellows , and the skies resound ; And breast to breast , the dauntless hosts advance The glittering falchion , and the shining lance ; The ...
... spread the fated plain : French , English , Russians , Prussians , bite the ground , The earth rebellows , and the skies resound ; And breast to breast , the dauntless hosts advance The glittering falchion , and the shining lance ; The ...
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... spread where'er the Roman eagle flies ! The conqu'ring party first divide the prey , Then their slain leader to the camp convey . With wonder , as they went , the troops were fill'd , To see such numbers whom so few had kill'd ...
... spread where'er the Roman eagle flies ! The conqu'ring party first divide the prey , Then their slain leader to the camp convey . With wonder , as they went , the troops were fill'd , To see such numbers whom so few had kill'd ...
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... spread the mantle ( made for other ends ) On his dear body , which I wove with care , Nor did my daily pains nor nightly labour spare . Whose deeds with such enchanting strains he sung , That 5 -49 They must have shot or mash'd each ...
... spread the mantle ( made for other ends ) On his dear body , which I wove with care , Nor did my daily pains nor nightly labour spare . Whose deeds with such enchanting strains he sung , That 5 -49 They must have shot or mash'd each ...
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... spreads the poplar , to Alcides dear , And dear to Phoebus , ever verdant , here The laurel joins the bowers for ever green , The myrtle bow'rs belov'd by beauty's Queen . To Jove the oak his wide - spread branches rears , And nigh to ...
... spreads the poplar , to Alcides dear , And dear to Phoebus , ever verdant , here The laurel joins the bowers for ever green , The myrtle bow'rs belov'd by beauty's Queen . To Jove the oak his wide - spread branches rears , And nigh to ...
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˹éÒ 274 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore, When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar, To bid his gentle spirit rest...
˹éÒ 134 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, "I'm sorry— but we all must die!
˹éÒ 162 - Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night, A glimmering dawn : here Nature first begins Her farthest verge, and Chaos to retire...
˹éÒ 88 - By four cherubic shapes ; four faces each Had wondrous ; as with stars, their bodies all, And wings, were set with eyes; with eyes the wheels Of beryl, and careering fires between...
˹éÒ 83 - Yet soon he heal'd ; for Spirits, that live throughout Vital in every part, not as frail Man In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die; Nor in their liquid texture mortal wound Receive, no more than can the fluid air...
˹éÒ 82 - Was given him temper'd so, that neither keen Nor solid might resist that edge : it met The sword of Satan, with steep force to smite Descending, and in half cut sheer...
˹éÒ 90 - Among them he arriv'd ; in his right hand Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent Before him, such as in their souls infix'd Plagues...
˹éÒ 132 - Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead. Before the passing-bell begun, The news through half the town has run. O, may we all for Death prepare! What has he left? And who's his heir?
˹éÒ 274 - In yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave.
˹éÒ 133 - Lady Suffolk, in the spleen, Runs laughing up to tell the queen. The queen, so gracious, mild, and good, Cries, " Is he gone ? 'tis time he should.