Miscellaneous poemsArchibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; White, Cochrane, and Company and Gale, Curtis, and Fenner, London; and John Cumming, Dublin., 1814 |
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... spleen . Meanwhile the South , rising with dabbled wings , A sable cloud athwart the welkin flings , That swill'd more liquor than it could contain , And , like a drunkard , gives it up again . Brisk Susan whips her linen from the rope ...
... spleen . Meanwhile the South , rising with dabbled wings , A sable cloud athwart the welkin flings , That swill'd more liquor than it could contain , And , like a drunkard , gives it up again . Brisk Susan whips her linen from the rope ...
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... spleen , To prey on his liver , but not to be seen . And we order our subjects of every degree To believe all his verses were written by me : And under the pain of our highest displeasure , To call nothing his but the rhyme and the ...
... spleen , To prey on his liver , but not to be seen . And we order our subjects of every degree To believe all his verses were written by me : And under the pain of our highest displeasure , To call nothing his but the rhyme and the ...
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... spleen would burst , When fortune hither drove me first ; Was full as hard to please as you , Nor persons names nor places knew : But now I act as other folk , Like prisoners when their gaol is broke . If you have London still at heart ...
... spleen would burst , When fortune hither drove me first ; Was full as hard to please as you , Nor persons names nor places knew : But now I act as other folk , Like prisoners when their gaol is broke . If you have London still at heart ...
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... spleen , For want of tattling to the queen ; Stunning her royal ears with talking ; His reverence and her highness walking : While Lady Charlotte , † like a stroller , Sits mounted on the garden - roller . A goodly sight to see her ride ...
... spleen , For want of tattling to the queen ; Stunning her royal ears with talking ; His reverence and her highness walking : While Lady Charlotte , † like a stroller , Sits mounted on the garden - roller . A goodly sight to see her ride ...
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... spleen complains ; And then , to cool her heated brains , Her night - gown and her slippers brought her , Takes a large dram of citron water . Then to her glass ; and , " Betty , pray Don't I look frightfully to - day ? But was it not ...
... spleen complains ; And then , to cool her heated brains , Her night - gown and her slippers brought her , Takes a large dram of citron water . Then to her glass ; and , " Betty , pray Don't I look frightfully to - day ? But was it not ...
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Apollo bard beauty Behold BIRTH-DAY Cadenus call'd coffeehouse Countess of Suffolk court crown dame damn'd Dean Dean's dear death divine DR DELANY DR SWIFT Dublin duke Dunciad e'er ears EPIGRAM eyes face fair fame fancy fate favourite fill'd foes folly fools give goddess grace half head hear heart honour Ireland Jove king knaves lady learn'd learning Lord Lord Carteret madam maid mankind MARBLE HILL merit mind mortal Muse ne'er neighbour Neptune Nereids never night numbers nymph o'er Pallas poem poets poor Pope praise pride quadrille queen rage rais'd rhyme round satire scarce scene scorn shame shine sight sing Sir Robert Walpole soul spleen Stella Stephen Duck Strephon swear tell thee thou thought thousand town turn'd Twas twill Vanessa verse vex'd virtue whig wise writ write
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Side 335 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, " I'm sorry — but we all must die...
Side 338 - Without regarding private ends, Spent all his credit for his friends ; And only chose the wise and good ; No flatterers ; no allies in blood : But succour'd virtue in distress, And seldom fail'd of good success ; As numbers in their hearts must own, Who, but for him, had been unknown.
Side 299 - As jEsop would the world persuade ; He better understands his trade : Nor comes whene'er his lady whistles, But carries loads, and feeds on thistles. Our author's meaning, I presume, is A creature bipes et implumis ; Wherein the moralist design'd A compliment on human kind ; For here he owns, that now and then Beasts may degenerate into men.
Side 339 - LIBERTY was all his cry; for her he stood prepar'd to die; for her he boldly stood alone; for her he oft" expos'd his own. Two kingdoms, just as faction led, had set a price upon his head ; but not a traitor could be found, to sell him for six hundred pound. Had he...
Side 331 - Behold the fatal day arrive! How is the Dean? He's just alive. Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead.
Side 470 - As fine as daubers' hands can make it, In hopes that strangers may mistake it, We think it both a shame and sin To quit the true old Angel Inn.
Side 54 - Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do you know what a Loss I have had? Nay, said she, my Lord Col/way's Folks are all very sad; For my Lord Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail; Pugh! said I, but that's not the Business that I ail.
Side 84 - No hurt shall come to you or yours : Uut for that pack of churlish boors, Not fit to live on Christian ground, They and their houses shall be drown'd; While you shall see your cottage rise, And grow a church before your eyes.
Side 88 - what's this you tell us? I hope you don't believe me jealous! But yet, methinks, I feel it true, And really yours is budding too — Nay, — now I cannot stir my foot; It feels as if 'twere taking root.
Side 297 - Though hard to find in every case The fittest man to fill a place: His promises he ne'er forgot, But took memorials on the spot; His enemies, for want of charity, Said, he affected popularity: 'Tis true, the people understood, That all he did was for their good; Their kind affections he has tried; No love is lost on either side.