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Say , does thy blood rebel , thy bosom move 55 With wretched av ' rice , or a
wretched love ? Know , there are words and spells which can controul , Between
the fits , this fever of the soul ; Know , there are rhymes which , fresh and fresh
apply ...
Say , does thy blood rebel , thy bosom move 55 With wretched av ' rice , or a
wretched love ? Know , there are words and spells which can controul , Between
the fits , this fever of the soul ; Know , there are rhymes which , fresh and fresh
apply ...
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THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL . VITAL spark of heav ' nly flame ! Quit , oh
quit this mortal frame : : Trembling , hoping , ling ' ring , flyingi . Oh the pain , the
bliss of dying ! Cease , fond Nature ! cease thy strife , . . And let me languish into ...
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL . VITAL spark of heav ' nly flame ! Quit , oh
quit this mortal frame : : Trembling , hoping , ling ' ring , flyingi . Oh the pain , the
bliss of dying ! Cease , fond Nature ! cease thy strife , . . And let me languish into ...
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Adieu to all but Gay alone , Whose soul , sincere and free , Loves all mankind ,
but flatters none , And so may starve with me . A FRAGMENT . What are the
falling rills , the pendant shades , The morning bowers , the evening colonades ,
But ...
Adieu to all but Gay alone , Whose soul , sincere and free , Loves all mankind ,
but flatters none , And so may starve with me . A FRAGMENT . What are the
falling rills , the pendant shades , The morning bowers , the evening colonades ,
But ...
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And , blest , that , timely from our scene reinov ' d , Thy soul enjoys the liberty it
lov ' d . To these so mourn ' d in death , so lov ' d in life ; The childless parent and
the widow ' d wife , With tears inscribes this monumental stone , That holds their ...
And , blest , that , timely from our scene reinov ' d , Thy soul enjoys the liberty it
lov ' d . To these so mourn ' d in death , so lov ' d in life ; The childless parent and
the widow ' d wife , With tears inscribes this monumental stone , That holds their ...
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But hear a mother when she recommends To your fraternal care our sleeping
friends ; 440 The common soul , of Heav ' n ' s more frugal make , Serves but to
keep fools pert , and knaves awake : A drowzy watchman , that just gives a knock
...
But hear a mother when she recommends To your fraternal care our sleeping
friends ; 440 The common soul , of Heav ' n ' s more frugal make , Serves but to
keep fools pert , and knaves awake : A drowzy watchman , that just gives a knock
...
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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,.