Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1787 |
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... rhymes , Blunder'd out a thousand times . Nor wilt thou of gifts be sparing , Which can ne'er be worse for wearing , Picking wit among collegians , In the playhouse ' upper regions , Where , in eighteen - penny gall'ry , Irish nymphs ...
... rhymes , Blunder'd out a thousand times . Nor wilt thou of gifts be sparing , Which can ne'er be worse for wearing , Picking wit among collegians , In the playhouse ' upper regions , Where , in eighteen - penny gall'ry , Irish nymphs ...
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... rhyme , Are largely paid for all your time . But you have rais'd your gen'rous mind To works of more exalted kind . Palladio was not half so skill'd in The grandeur or the art of building . Two temples of magnific size Attract the ...
... rhyme , Are largely paid for all your time . But you have rais'd your gen'rous mind To works of more exalted kind . Palladio was not half so skill'd in The grandeur or the art of building . Two temples of magnific size Attract the ...
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... rhyme : " His fire is out , his wit decay'd , " His fancy sunk , his Muse a jade . " I'd have him throw away his pen ; - " But there's no talking to some men . ' And then their tenderness appears By adding largely to my years . " He's ...
... rhyme : " His fire is out , his wit decay'd , " His fancy sunk , his Muse a jade . " I'd have him throw away his pen ; - " But there's no talking to some men . ' And then their tenderness appears By adding largely to my years . " He's ...
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... rhyme : " His way of writing now is past ; 255 260 265 " The town has got a better taste . " I keep no antiquated stuff , " But spick and span I have enough . " Pray do but give me leave to shew ' em : " Here's Colly Cibber's birth ...
... rhyme : " His way of writing now is past ; 255 260 265 " The town has got a better taste . " I keep no antiquated stuff , " But spick and span I have enough . " Pray do but give me leave to shew ' em : " Here's Colly Cibber's birth ...
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... rhymes , " A monument to after times ; " Here Cassy lies , by Celia slain , " And , dying , never told his pain . " Vain empty world ! farewell . But , hark , " The loud Cerberian triple bark . 75 80 " And there behold Alecto stand ...
... rhymes , " A monument to after times ; " Here Cassy lies , by Celia slain , " And , dying , never told his pain . " Vain empty world ! farewell . But , hark , " The loud Cerberian triple bark . 75 80 " And there behold Alecto stand ...
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Side 45 - 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 56 - He gave the little wealth he had To build a house for fools and mad : To show, by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much. That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better : And since you dread no farther lashes, Methinki you may forgive his ashes.
Side 40 - In Pope I cannot read a line But with a sigh I wish it mine; When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six, It gives me such a jealous fit I cry, 'Pox take him and his wit!
Side 41 - Thus much may serve by way of proem ; Proceed we therefore to our poem. The time is not remote, when I Must by the course of nature die ? When, I foresee, my special friends Will try to find their private ends...
Side 158 - tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides. Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.
Side 39 - As Rochefoucault his maxims drew from nature, I believe them true: they argue no corrupted mind in him; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest is thought too base for human breast: " In all distresses of our friends, we first consult our private ends; while nature, kindly bent to ease us, points out some circumstance to please us.
Side 49 - em; But this I know, all people bought 'em; As with a moral view design'd To cure the vices of mankind: His vein, ironically grave, Expos'd the fool, and lash'd the knave: To steal a hint was never known, But what he writ was all his own.
Side 107 - And here a simile comes pat in ; Though chickens take a month to fatten, The guests in less than half an hour Will more than half a score devour. So, after toiling twenty days To earn a stock of pence and praise, Thy labours, grown the...
Side 157 - Twas doubtful which was rain, and which was dust. Ah ! where must needy poet seek for aid, When dust and rain at once his coat invade...
Side 42 - His stomach, too, begins to fail : Last year we thought him strong and hale ; But now he's quite another thing : I wish he may hold out till spring...