The popish divan, or, Political sanhedrim [a poem]. |
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Strana 15
... pain ; " To feel the pang which sorrow can impart , " And taste the disappointment of the heart ; " Still let us hunt them , till they fly ; or death " Shall blast at once our laurels and our breath . " He said ; and , self complacent ...
... pain ; " To feel the pang which sorrow can impart , " And taste the disappointment of the heart ; " Still let us hunt them , till they fly ; or death " Shall blast at once our laurels and our breath . " He said ; and , self complacent ...
Strana 18
... pain : " I was a chanc'llor once ! be still , my brain ; " The maddening thought shall ne'er intrude again ! 195 195 I was a chanc'llor once ! -Sad recollection ! It seems to have excited a chain of ideas in his mind which harrowed up ...
... pain : " I was a chanc'llor once ! be still , my brain ; " The maddening thought shall ne'er intrude again ! 195 195 I was a chanc'llor once ! -Sad recollection ! It seems to have excited a chain of ideas in his mind which harrowed up ...
Strana 25
... pain ; " Let prudent vigor mark our careful way , " Let all united minds and deeds display ; " Then shall the scatter'd herd no shelter find , " But fly , like chaff , dispers'd before the wind . " Thus , brilliant convocation of the ...
... pain ; " Let prudent vigor mark our careful way , " Let all united minds and deeds display ; " Then shall the scatter'd herd no shelter find , " But fly , like chaff , dispers'd before the wind . " Thus , brilliant convocation of the ...
Strana 28
... pain , 305 " And though I strive , I strive , alas ! in vain ! " Hard is the contest , when we war with fate , " Or hope to conquer Heaven's relentless hate ! " What have we done , that , cast from glory's height , 309 " We grope and ...
... pain , 305 " And though I strive , I strive , alas ! in vain ! " Hard is the contest , when we war with fate , " Or hope to conquer Heaven's relentless hate ! " What have we done , that , cast from glory's height , 309 " We grope and ...
Strana 38
... pain . " Some credence give , for I am grown a sage , " What with my long experience and my age ; 410 engaged . Sometimes , indeed , it occurs rather unfortunately for them , that a person of somewhat keener intellect than usual , will ...
... pain . " Some credence give , for I am grown a sage , " What with my long experience and my age ; 410 engaged . Sometimes , indeed , it occurs rather unfortunately for them , that a person of somewhat keener intellect than usual , will ...
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The Popish Divan, Or, Political Sanhedrim: A Satirical Poem Erinaceus Náhled není k dispozici. - 2019 |
The Popish Divan, Or, Political Sanhedrim: A Satirical Poem Erinaceus Náhled není k dispozici. - 2019 |
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adage advocate apostate appears band betrayed bless bliss boast brain breast brighter day Catholic cause ceas'd Chancellor character clamour conduct contest controul corruption curricles deeds disgrace doubt Duke of Portland efforts emancipation Erin's suffering children ERINACEUS eternal exalted eyes fail fame fate fear feel fight fill'd Fingal foes former friends future gain genius gentlemen glories Gods Grattan Grey gulls hail'd hear heart Heresy hopes House of Lords illustrious immortal Ireland lab'ring letter Lord Gren Lord Grenville lordship loud measure mighty mind ministers mortal motives noble O'Connell object orator Oxford pain pangs pants papists parliament patriotism Peers perjury petition Popery Portland pretty principle prove quibble reform religion sage scarcely seat senate Sheridan sigh soul speech success sufficient sweet talents Tantalus taste tell thoughts throng tongue trencher'd tribe UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD virtue Whitbread Windham wishes yon bright vista
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Strana 4 - To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers: Attention held them mute. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last Words, interwove with sighs, found out their way.
Strana 53 - And forage in the fields of light and love. Sweet hope! Kind cheat! Fair fallacy! By thee We are not Where nor What we be, But What and Where we would be. Thus art thou Our absent Presence and our future Now.
Strana 18 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strana 18 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Strana 28 - But who can turn the stream of destiny, Or break the chain of strong necessity, Which fast is tied to Jove's eternal seat? The sons of Day he favoureth, I see, And by my ruins thinks to make them great : To make one great by others
Strana 49 - Olympic prize Must use himself to hunger, heat, and cold, Take leave of wine, and the soft joys of love ; And no musician dares pretend to skill, Without a great expense of time and pains ; But every little busy scribbler now Swells with the praises which he gives himself ; And, taking sanctuary in the crowd, Brags of his impudcuce, and scorns to mend.
Strana 19 - Resolves attend, Which nor Atrides, nor his Greeks can bend; Long Toils, long Perils in their Cause I bore, But now th' unfruitful Glories charm no more. Fight or not fight, a like Reward we claim, The Wretch and Hero find their Prize the same; Alike regretted in the Dust he lies, 420 Who yields ignobly, or who bravely dies.
Strana 25 - Poliohinelle, and makes us aequainted, during his speeeh, with some of the most sueeessful puppet-shows then represented at Dublin. " Tim, you mistake the matter quite ; The Tories ! you are their delight; And should you aet a different part, Be grave and wise, 'twould break their heart. Why, Tim, you have a taste, I know, And often see a puppet show. Observe, the...