271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,000[' ]| 271:001,001[A ]| Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove 271:001,002[A ]| The pangs of guilty power, and hapless love, 271:001,003[A ]| Rest here, distressed by$4$ poverty no$2$ more, 271:001,004[A ]| Here find that$6#2$ calm, thou gavest so$5#1$ oft before. 271:001,005[A ]| Sleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine, 271:001,006[A ]| Till angels wake thee, with a note like$4$ thine. 271:002,000[' ]| 271:002,000[' ]| 271:002,001[A ]| When Learning's Triumph over her barbarous Foes 271:002,002[A ]| First reared the Stage, immortal Shakespear rose; 271:002,003[A ]| Each Change of many-coloured Life he drew, 271:002,004[A ]| Exhausted Worlds, and then imagined new: 271:002,005[A ]| Existence saw him spurn her bounded Reign, 271:002,006[A ]| And panting Time toiled after him in$4$ vain: 271:002,007[A ]| His powerful Strokes presiding Truth impressed, 271:002,008[A ]| And unresisted Passion stormed the Breast. 271:002,009[A ]| Then Johnson came, instructed from the School, 271:002,010[A ]| To$9$ please in$4$ Method, and invent by$4$ Rule; 271:002,011[A ]| His studious Patience, and laborious Art, 271:002,012[A ]| By$4$ regular Approach essayed the Heart; 271:002,013[A ]| Cold Approbation gave the lingering Bays, 271:002,014[A ]| For$3$ those who$6#1$ durst not censure, scarce could praise. 271:002,015[A ]| A Mortal born he met the general Doom, 271:002,016[A ]| But left, like$4$ Egypt's Kings, a lasting Tomb. 271:002,017[A ]| The Wits of Charles found easier Ways to$4$ Fame, 271:002,018[A ]| Nor wished for$4$ Johnson's Art, or Shakespear's Flame, 271:002,019[A ]| Themselves they studied, as they felt, they writ, 271:002,020[A ]| Intrigue was Plot, Obscenity was wit. 271:002,021[A ]| Vice always found a sympathetic Friend; 271:002,022[A ]| They pleased their Age, and did not aim to$9$ mend. 271:002,023[A ]| Yet Bards like$4$ these aspired to$4$ lasting Praise, 271:002,024[A ]| And proudly hoped to$9$ pimp in$4$ future Days. 271:002,025[A ]| Their Cause was general, their Supports were strong, 271:002,026[A ]| Their Slaves were willing, and their Reign was long; 271:002,027[A ]| Till Shame regained the Post that$6#1$ Sense betrayed, 271:002,028[A ]| And Virtue called Oblivion to$4$ her Aid. 271:002,029[A ]| Then crushed by$4$ Rules, and weakened as refined, 271:002,030[A ]| For$4$ Years the Power of Tragedy declined; 271:002,031[A ]| From Bard, to$4$ Bard, the frigid Caution crept, 271:002,032[A ]| Till Declamation roared, while Passion slept. 271:002,033[A ]| Yet still did Virtue deign the Stage to$9$ tread, 271:002,034[A ]| Philosophy remained, though Nature fled. 271:002,035[A ]| But forced at length her ancient Reign to$9$ quit, 271:002,036[A ]| She saw great Faustus lay the Ghost of Wit: 271:002,037[A ]| Exulting Folly hailed the joyful Day, 271:002,038[A ]| And Pantomime, and Song, confirmed her Sway. 271:002,039[A ]| But who$6#2$ the coming Changes can presage, 271:002,040[A ]| And mark the future Periods of the Stage? ~~ 271:002,041[A ]| Perhaps if Skill could distant Times explore, 271:002,042[A ]| New Behns, new Durfeys, yet remain in$4$ Store. 271:002,043[A ]| Perhaps, where Lear has raved, and Hamlet died, 271:002,044[A ]| On$4$ flying Cars new Sorcerers may ride. 271:002,045[A ]| Perhaps, for$3$ who$6#2$ can guess the Effects of Chance? 271:002,046[A ]| Here Hunt may box, or Mahomet may dance. 271:002,047[A ]| Hard is his Lot, that$6#1$ here by$4$ Fortune placed, 271:002,048[A ]| Must watch the wild Vicissitudes of Taste; 271:002,049[A ]| With every Meteor of Caprice must play, 271:002,050[A ]| And chase the new-blown Bubbles of the Day. 271:002,051[A ]| Ah! let not Censure term our Fate our Choice, 271:002,052[A ]| The Stage but echoes back the public Voice. 271:002,053[A ]| The Drama's Laws the Drama's Patrons give, 271:002,054[A ]| For$3$ we that$6#1$ live to$9$ please, must please to$9$ live. 271:002,055[A ]| Then prompt no$2$ more the Follies you decry, 271:002,056[A ]| As Tyrants doom their Tools of Guilt to$9$ die; 271:002,057[A ]| It is yours this Night to$9$ bid the Reign commence 271:002,058[A ]| Of rescued Nature, and reviving Sense; 271:002,059[A ]| To$9$ chase the Charms of Sound, the Pomp of Show, 271:002,060[A ]| For$4$ useful Mirth, and salutary Woe; 271:002,061[A ]| Bid scenic Virtue form the rising Age, 271:002,062[A ]| And Truth diffuse her Radiance from the Stage. 271:003,000[' ]| 271:003,001[A ]| Ye patriot Crowds, who$6#1$ burn for$4$ England's Fame, 271:003,002[A ]| Ye Nymphs, whose Bosoms beat at Milton's Name, 271:003,003[A ]| Whose generous Zeal, unbought by$4$ flattering Rhymes, 271:003,004[A ]| Shames the mean Pensions of Augustan Times; 271:003,005[A ]| Immortal Patrons of succeeding Days, 271:003,006[A ]| Attend this Prelude of perpetual Praise! 271:003,007[A ]| Let Wit, condemned the feeble War to$9$ wage 271:003,008[A ]| With close Malevolence, or public Rage; 271:003,009[A ]| Let Study, worn with Virtue's fruitless Lore, 271:003,010[A ]| Behold this Theatre, and grieve no$2$ more. 271:003,011[A ]| This Night, distinguished by$4$ your Smile, shall tell, 271:003,012[A ]| That$3$ never Briton can in$4$ vain excel; 271:003,013[A ]| The slighted Arts Futurity shall trust, 271:003,014[A ]| And rising Ages hasten to$9$ be just. 271:003,015[A ]| At length our mighty Bard's victorious Lays 271:003,016[A ]| Fill the loud voice of universal Praise, 271:003,017[A ]| And baffled Spite, with hopeless Anguish dumb, 271:003,018[A ]| Yields to$4$ Renown the Centuries to$9$ come. 271:003,019[A ]| With ardent Haste, each Candidate of Fame 271:003,020[A ]| Ambitious catches at his towering Name: 271:003,021[A ]| He sees, and pitying sees, vain Wealth bestow 271:003,022[A ]| Those pageant Honours which$6#1$ he scorned below: 271:003,023[A ]| While Crowds aloft the laureate Bust behold, 271:003,024[A ]| Or trace his Form on$4$ circulating God, 271:003,025[A ]| Unknown, unheeded, long his Offspring lay, 271:003,026[A ]| And Want hung threatening over her slow Decay. 271:003,027[A ]| What though she shine with no$2$ Miltonian Fire, 271:003,028[A ]| No$2$ favouring Muse her morning Dreams inspire; 271:003,029[A ]| Yet softer Claims the melting Heart engage, 271:003,030[A ]| Her Youth laborious, and her blameless Age: 271:003,031[A ]| Hers the mild Merits of domestic Life, 271:003,032[A ]| The patient Sufferer, and the faithful Wife. 271:003,033[A ]| Thus graced with humble Virtue's native Charms 271:003,034[A ]| Her Grandsire leaves her in$4$ Britannia's Arms; 271:003,035[A ]| Secure with Peace, with competence, to$9$ dwell, 271:003,036[A ]| While tutelary Nations guard her Cell. 271:003,037[A ]| Yours is the Charge, ye Fair, ye Wise, ye Brave! 271:003,038[A ]| It is yours to$9$ crown Desert ~~ beyond the Grave. 271:004,000[' ]| 271:004,001[A ]| Pressed by$4$ the load of life, the weary mind 271:004,002[A ]| Surveys the general toil of human kind; 271:004,003[A ]| With cool submission joins the labouring train, 271:004,004[A ]| And social sorrow, loses half its pain: 271:004,005[A ]| Our anxious Bard, without complaint, may share 271:004,006[A ]| This bustling season's epidemic care. 271:004,007[A ]| Like$4$ Caesar's pilot, dignified by$4$ fate, 271:004,008[A ]| Tossed in$4$ one common storm with all the great; 271:004,009[A ]| Distressed alike, the statesman and the wit, 271:004,010[A ]| When one a borough courts, and one the pit. 271:004,011[A ]| The busy candidates for$4$ power and fame, 271:004,012[A ]| Have hopes, and fears, and wishes, just the same; 271:004,013[A ]| Disabled both to$9$ combat, or to$9$ fly, 271:004,014[A ]| Must hear all taunts, and hear without reply. 271:004,015[A ]| Unchecked on$4$ both, loud rabbles vent their age, 271:004,016[A ]| As mongrels bay the lion in$4$ a cage. 271:004,017[A ]| The offended burgess hoards his angry tale, 271:004,018[A ]| For$4$ that$6#2$ blessed year when all that$6#1$ vote may rail; 271:004,019[A ]| Their schemes of spite the poet's foes dismiss, 271:004,020[A ]| Till that$6#2$ glad night, when all that$6#1$ hate may hiss. 271:004,021[A ]| This day the powdered curls and golden coat, 271:004,022[A ]| Say swelling Crispin begged a cobbler's vote. 271:004,023[A ]| This night, our wit, the pert apprentice cries, 271:004,024[A ]| Lies at my feet, I hiss him, and he dies. 271:004,025[A ]| The great, it is true, can charm the electing tribe; 271:004,026[A ]| The bard may supplicate, but cannot bribe. 271:004,027[A ]| Yet judged by$4$ those, whose voices never were sold, 271:004,028[A ]| He feels no$2$ want of ill persuading gold; 271:004,029[A ]| But confident of praise, if praise be due, 271:004,030[A ]| Trusts without fear, to$4$ merit and to$4$ you. 271:005,000[' ]| 271:005,000[' ]| 271:005,001[A ]| Long-expected one and twenty 271:005,002[A ]| Lingering year at last is flown, 271:005,003[A ]| Pomp and Pleasure, Pride and Plenty 271:005,004[A ]| Great Sir John, are all your own. 271:005,005[A ]| Loosened from the Minor's tether, 271:005,006[A ]| Free to$9$ mortgage or to$9$ sell, 271:005,007[A ]| Wild as wind, and light as feather 271:005,008[A ]| Bids the slaves of thrift farewell. 271:005,009[A ]| Call the Bettys, Kates, and Jennys 271:005,010[A ]| Every name that$6#1$ laughs at Care, 271:005,011[A ]| Lavish of your Grandsire's guineas, 271:005,012[A ]| Show the Spirit of an heir. 271:005,013[A ]| All that$6#1$ prey on$4$ vice and folly 271:005,014[A ]| Joy to$9$ see their quarry fly, 271:005,015[A ]| Here the Gamester light and jolly, 271:005,016[A ]| There the Lender grave and sly. 271:005,017[A ]| Wealth, Sir John, was made to$9$ wander 271:005,018[A ]| Let it wander as it will$1$; 271:005,019[A ]| See the Jockey, see the Pander, 271:005,020[A ]| Bid them come, and take their fill. 271:005,021[A ]| When the bonny Blade carouses, 271:005,022[A ]| Pockets full, and Spirits high, 271:005,023[A ]| What are acres? What are houses? 271:005,024[A ]| Only dirt, or wet or dry 271:005,025[A ]| If the Guardian or the Mother, 271:005,026[A ]| Tell the woes of wilful waste, 271:005,027[A ]| Scorn their counsel and their pother, 271:005,028[A ]| You can hang or drown at last. 271:006,000[' ]| 271:006,001[A ]| Wheresoever I turn my View, 271:006,002[A ]| All is strange, yet nothing new; 271:006,003[A ]| Endless Labour all along, 271:006,004[A ]| Endless Labour to$9$ be wrong; 271:006,005[A ]| Phrase that$6#1$ Time has flung away, 271:006,006[A ]| Uncouth Words in$4$ Disarray; 271:006,007[A ]| Tricked in$4$ Antique Ruff and Bonnet, 271:006,008[A ]| Ode and elegy and Sonnet. 271:007,000[' ]| 271:007,000[' ]| 271:007,001[A ]| Condemned to$4$ hope's delusive mine, 271:007,002[A ]| As on$5$ we toil from day to$4$ day, 271:007,003[A ]| By$4$ sudden blasts, or slow decline, 271:007,004[A ]| Our social comforts drop away. 271:007,005[A ]| Well tried through many a varying year, 271:007,006[A ]| See Levet to$4$ the grave descend; 271:007,007[A ]| Officious, innocent, sincere, 271:007,008[A ]| Of every friendless name the friend. 271:007,009[A ]| Yet still he fills affection's eye, 271:007,010[A ]| Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind; 271:007,011[A ]| Nor, lettered arrogance, deny 271:007,012[A ]| Thy praise to$4$ merit unrefined. 271:007,013[A ]| When fainting nature called for$4$ aid, 271:007,014[A ]| And hovering death prepared the blow, 271:007,015[A ]| His vigorous remedy displayed 271:007,016[A ]| The power of art without the show. 271:007,017[A ]| In$4$ misery's darkest caverns known, 271:007,018[A ]| His useful care was ever nigh, 271:007,019[A ]| Where hopeless anguish poured his groan, 271:007,020[A ]| And lonely want retired to$9$ die. 271:007,021[A ]| No$2$ summons mocked by$4$ chill delay, 271:007,022[A ]| No$2$ petty gain disdained by$4$ pride, 271:007,023[A ]| The modest wants of every day 271:007,024[A ]| The toil of every day supplied. 271:007,025[A ]| His virtues walked their narrow round, 271:007,026[A ]| Nor made a pause, nor left a void; 271:007,027[A ]| And sure the Eternal Master found 271:007,028[A ]| The single talent well employed. 271:007,029[A ]| The busy day, the peaceful night, 271:007,030[A ]| Unfelt, uncounted, glided by$5$; 271:007,031[A ]| His frame was firm, his powers were bright, 271:007,032[A ]| Though now his eightieth year was nigh. 271:007,033[A ]| Then with no$2$ throbbing fiery pain, 271:007,034[A ]| No$2$ cold gradations of decay, 271:007,035[A ]| Death broke at once the vital chain, 271:007,036[A ]| And forced his soul the nearest way.