The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, 40. köide1807 |
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... cause of most we do . 50 True , some are open , and to all men known ; Others so very close they're hid from none ; ( So darkness strikes the sense no less than light ; ) Thus gracious Chandos is belov'd at sight ; And ev'ry child hates ...
... cause of most we do . 50 True , some are open , and to all men known ; Others so very close they're hid from none ; ( So darkness strikes the sense no less than light ; ) Thus gracious Chandos is belov'd at sight ; And ev'ry child hates ...
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... Lucretia's dagger , Rosamunda's bowl . Say , what can cause such impotence of mind ? A spark too fickle , or a spouse too kind . 75 80 85 90 Wise Wretch ! with pleasures too refin'd to please ; ON THE CHARACTER OF WOMEN . 23.
... Lucretia's dagger , Rosamunda's bowl . Say , what can cause such impotence of mind ? A spark too fickle , or a spouse too kind . 75 80 85 90 Wise Wretch ! with pleasures too refin'd to please ; ON THE CHARACTER OF WOMEN . 23.
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... cause is found , 115 He thinks a loaf will rise to fifty pound . What made Directors cheat in South - sea year ? To live on ven'son when it sold so dear . 126 Ask you why Phryne the whole auction buys ? Phryne foresees a general excise ...
... cause is found , 115 He thinks a loaf will rise to fifty pound . What made Directors cheat in South - sea year ? To live on ven'son when it sold so dear . 126 Ask you why Phryne the whole auction buys ? Phryne foresees a general excise ...
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... cause ; ' Tis George and Liberty that crowns the cup , And zeal for that great house which eats him up . The woods recede around the naked seat , The Sylvans groan - no matter - for the fleet : 210 Next goes his wool - to clothe our ...
... cause ; ' Tis George and Liberty that crowns the cup , And zeal for that great house which eats him up . The woods recede around the naked seat , The Sylvans groan - no matter - for the fleet : 210 Next goes his wool - to clothe our ...
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... cause was this , I wore it ev'ry day . 291 : ' Twas when fresh May her early blossoms yields , The clerk and I were walking in the fields . We grew so intimate , I can't tell how , I pawn'd my honor , and engag'd my vow , If e'er I laid ...
... cause was this , I wore it ev'ry day . 291 : ' Twas when fresh May her early blossoms yields , The clerk and I were walking in the fields . We grew so intimate , I can't tell how , I pawn'd my honor , and engag'd my vow , If e'er I laid ...
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Page 132 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Page 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Page 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 136 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 126 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Page 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Page 125 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Page 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.