The Splendid Shilling (John Arthur Phillips Poems)
— — Sing, Heavenly Muse,Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire. Happy the Man, who void ...
— — Sing, Heavenly Muse,Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire. Happy the Man, who void ...
Whence does this sudden, fatal Change proceed?For lo! Despair on ev'ry Brow I read,All shake their mournful Heads and pensive ...
Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the Muse possest,That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's ...
It is, Sir, a confest intrusion hereThat I before your labours do appear,Which no loud Herald need, that may proclaimOr ...
If yet, my Lord, your Sorrows find relief,And a short Pause succeeds your weighty Grief;With Candour this unwelcome Verse peruse,The ...
But say thou very woman, why to meThis fit of weakness and inconstancie?What forfeit have I made of word or ...
ADIEU dear object of my Love's excess,And with thee all my hopes of happiness,With the same fervent and unchanged heartWhich ...
What blooming garlands shall the Muses twine, What verdant laurels weave, what flowers combine, To crown their favorite Son whose generous heart Has ...
When discord first, with hate infuriate, hurl'dTheir baneful influence o'er a suffering world;Broke the firm bands of kindred joys asunder,And ...
Tway Mice, full Blythe and Amicable,Batten beside Erle Robert's Table.Lies there ne Trap their Necks to catch,Ne old black Cat ...
While You, dear Tom, in London City,Associate with the fair and witty,And, gayly rambling o'er the Town,Take the brisk Juice ...
In Oxford Crouds of stupid Bards are found,Where of all Places bright ones should abound;Dull plodding Blockheads, without Sense or ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Bold is the Muse to leave her humble Cell, And sing to thee, who know'st to sing so well: Thee! ...
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, ...
Oh! no, not lovelier looks the muse, In fiction's gaudy colours drest;'Tis but the heartless bard's excuse, 'Twas ...
E—-A scorns to make her Audience weep,She's better bred,—composes them to sleep;L? Tendre—Virtue—load the wearied Page,'Tis a-la-mode P?ri—no buskin Rage—Not ...
How dar'st thou, Scribler, to the World to own,Apollo thee inspir'd to "grave Pope's Stone?"Wretch that thou art, who shall ...
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise ...
Adieu dear object of my Love's excess, And with thee all my hopes of happiness, With the same fervent and ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
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