The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Volumen401807 |
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... write as scholars can , Men should stand mark'd with far more wickedness Than all the sons of Adam could redress . Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies , And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise . 370 Those play the scholars ...
... write as scholars can , Men should stand mark'd with far more wickedness Than all the sons of Adam could redress . Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies , And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise . 370 Those play the scholars ...
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... write , That not one woman keeps her marriage - vow . 375 ( This by the way , but to my purpose now . ) It chanc'd my husband , on a winter's night , Read in this book aloud with strange delight , How the first female ( as the ...
... write , That not one woman keeps her marriage - vow . 375 ( This by the way , but to my purpose now . ) It chanc'd my husband , on a winter's night , Read in this book aloud with strange delight , How the first female ( as the ...
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... write , if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd , and ty'd down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be silent , and who will not lie . To laugh were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave exceeds all pow'r of face . I sit ...
... write , if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd , and ty'd down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be silent , and who will not lie . To laugh were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave exceeds all pow'r of face . I sit ...
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... write , and I am twice as tall ; But focs like these - P . One flatt'rer's worse than all . Of all mad creatures , if the learn'd are right , 105 It is the slaver kills and not the bite . A fool quite angry is quite innocent ; Alas ...
... write , and I am twice as tall ; But focs like these - P . One flatt'rer's worse than all . Of all mad creatures , if the learn'd are right , 105 It is the slaver kills and not the bite . A fool quite angry is quite innocent ; Alas ...
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... write ? what sin to me unknown , Dipp'd me in ink , my parents ' , or my own ? 126 As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lisp'd in numbers , for the numbers came . I left no calling for this idle trade , No duty broke , no father ...
... write ? what sin to me unknown , Dipp'd me in ink , my parents ' , or my own ? 126 As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lisp'd in numbers , for the numbers came . I left no calling for this idle trade , No duty broke , no father ...
Términos y frases comunes
Author bard Bavius beauty Behold bless'd Boileau charms Cibber court Criticism dæmon dear Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness Dunciad EPISTLE Eridanus Essay Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flame folly fool Francis Atterbury genius gentle Gildon Goddess grace hath hear heart Heav'n hero Homer honor Horace Iliad IMITATIONS kings knave laws learned Leonard Welsted Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live Lord lov'd Matthew Concanen MIST'S JOURNAL moral Muse ne'er never numbers o'er octavo once Ovid person pleas'd Poem poet poet's poor Pope pow'r praise pride printed proud Queen rage REMARKS rhymes rise sacred saith Sappho satire shade shew shine sing SMIL soft soul Swift tell thee thine things thou thought Town truth Twas verse Virg Virgil virtue Whig wife words wretched writ write youth
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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,.