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Nonsense precipitate , like running lead , That slipt through cracks and zigzags of
the bead ; All that on Folly Frenzy could beget , 125 Fruits of dull heat , and
sooterkins of wit . Next , o ' er his books his eyes began to roll , In pleasing
memory of ...
Nonsense precipitate , like running lead , That slipt through cracks and zigzags of
the bead ; All that on Folly Frenzy could beget , 125 Fruits of dull heat , and
sooterkins of wit . Next , o ' er his books his eyes began to roll , In pleasing
memory of ...
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For the supplying , in the worst of days , Notes to dull books , and prologues to
dull pl : Not that my quill to critics was confin ' d , My verse gave ampler lessons to
mankind ; So gravest precepts may successless prove , But sad examples never
...
For the supplying , in the worst of days , Notes to dull books , and prologues to
dull pl : Not that my quill to critics was confin ' d , My verse gave ampler lessons to
mankind ; So gravest precepts may successless prove , But sad examples never
...
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Know , Eusden thirsts no more for sack or praise ; He sleeps among the dull of
ancient days ; Safe , where no critics damn , no duns molest , 295 Where
wretched Withers , Ward , and Gildon rest , And high - born Howard , more
majestic sire ...
Know , Eusden thirsts no more for sack or praise ; He sleeps among the dull of
ancient days ; Safe , where no critics damn , no duns molest , 295 Where
wretched Withers , Ward , and Gildon rest , And high - born Howard , more
majestic sire ...
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Flow , Welsted , flow ! like thine inspirer , beer , Tho ' stale , not ripe ; tho ' thin , yet
never clear ; 170 So sweetly mawkish , and so smoothly dull ; Heady , not strong ;
o ' erflowing , though not full . Ah , Dennis ! Gildon , ah ! what ill - starr ' d rage ...
Flow , Welsted , flow ! like thine inspirer , beer , Tho ' stale , not ripe ; tho ' thin , yet
never clear ; 170 So sweetly mawkish , and so smoothly dull ; Heady , not strong ;
o ' erflowing , though not full . Ah , Dennis ! Gildon , ah ! what ill - starr ' d rage ...
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15 Sick was the sun , the owl forsook his bow ' s , The moon - struck prophet felt
the madding hour : Then rose the seed of Chaos , and of Night , To blot out order
, and extinguish light , Of dull and venal a new world to mould , And bring ...
15 Sick was the sun , the owl forsook his bow ' s , The moon - struck prophet felt
the madding hour : Then rose the seed of Chaos , and of Night , To blot out order
, and extinguish light , Of dull and venal a new world to mould , And bring ...
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Página 134 - 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...
Página 127 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Página 134 - 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...
Página 133 - 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.
Página 138 - 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.
Página 128 - 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?
Página 38 - 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.
Página 127 - 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.
Página 131 - 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?
Página 172 - 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,.