The Works of J. S.G. Faulkner, 1735 |
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... shall fee your Cottage rise , And grow a Church before your Eyes . THEY fcarce had spoke ; when fair and foft , The Roof began to mount aloft : Aloft rofe ev'ry Beam and Rafter ; The heavy Wall climb'd flowly after . The Chimney widen'd ...
... shall fee your Cottage rise , And grow a Church before your Eyes . THEY fcarce had spoke ; when fair and foft , The Roof began to mount aloft : Aloft rofe ev'ry Beam and Rafter ; The heavy Wall climb'd flowly after . The Chimney widen'd ...
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... shall forfaken Thames Lament his old Whitehall in Flames : A Pile fhall from its Ashes rife , Fit to invade , of prop the Skies . JOVE smil'd , and like a gentle God , Confenting with his usual Nod , Told Van he knew his Talent beft ...
... shall forfaken Thames Lament his old Whitehall in Flames : A Pile fhall from its Ashes rife , Fit to invade , of prop the Skies . JOVE smil'd , and like a gentle God , Confenting with his usual Nod , Told Van he knew his Talent beft ...
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... shall be small enough . He fpake , and grudging lent his Aid : Th ' experienc'd Bricks that knew their Trade , ( As being Bricks at fecond Hand , ) Now move , and now in Order ftand , THE Building , as the Poet writ , Rofe in Proportion ...
... shall be small enough . He fpake , and grudging lent his Aid : Th ' experienc'd Bricks that knew their Trade , ( As being Bricks at fecond Hand , ) Now move , and now in Order ftand , THE Building , as the Poet writ , Rofe in Proportion ...
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... shall always speak and write ; And I pronounce ( the Satyr said ) The World fhall feel her fcratch and bite . Her Talent she display'd betimes ; For in twice twelve revolving Moons , She seem'd to laugh and squal in Rhimes , And all her ...
... shall always speak and write ; And I pronounce ( the Satyr said ) The World fhall feel her fcratch and bite . Her Talent she display'd betimes ; For in twice twelve revolving Moons , She seem'd to laugh and squal in Rhimes , And all her ...
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... If ' tis with Reason they complain , This Infant shall reftore my Reign . I'll fearch where ev'ry Virtue dwells , From Courts inclufive , down to Cells , What 2 What Preachers talk , or Sages write ; Thefe I Poems on feveral Occafions .
... If ' tis with Reason they complain , This Infant shall reftore my Reign . I'll fearch where ev'ry Virtue dwells , From Courts inclufive , down to Cells , What 2 What Preachers talk , or Sages write ; Thefe I Poems on feveral Occafions .
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Side 2 - Then the Bell rung, and I went down to put my Lady to Bed, And, God knows, I thought my Money was as safe as my Maidenhead. So when I came up again, I found my Pocket feel very light, But when I search'd, and miss'd my Purse, Lord! I thought I should have sunk outright: Lord! Madam, says Mary, how d'ye do? Indeed...
Side 77 - A father, and the nymph his child. That innocent delight he took To see the virgin mind her book, Was but the master's secret joy In school to hear the finest boy.
Side 41 - 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 21 - ... BAUCIS AND PHILEMON. ON THE EVER-LAMENTED LOSS OF THE TWO YEWTREES IN THE PARISH OF CHILTHORNE, SOMERSET. 1706. IMITATED FROM THE EIGHTH BOOK OF OVID. la ancient times, as story tells, The saints would often leave their cells, And stroll about, but hide their quality, To try good people's hospitality. It...
Side 76 - Cadenus many things had writ : Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his poetic works : Meantime the boy in secret lurks ; And, while the book was in her hand, The urchin from his private stand Took aim, and shot with all his strength A dart of such prodigious length, It pierc'd the feeble volume through, And deep transfix'd her bosom too.
Side 76 - Vanessa, not in years a score, Dreams of a gown of forty-four; Imaginary charms can find In eyes with reading almost blind: Cadenus now no more appears Declin'd in health, advanc'd in years. She fancies music in his tongue; Nor farther looks, but thinks him young.
Side 444 - In all our modern critics' jargon : Then talk with more authentic face Of unities, in time and place; Get scraps of Horace from your friends, And have them, at your fingers...
Side 130 - His morning draughts till noon can swill, Among his brethren of the quill: With good roast beef his belly full, Grown lazy, foggy, fat, and dull, Deep sunk in plenty and delight, What poet e'er could take his flight? Or, stuff'd with phlegm up to the throat, What poet e'er could sing a note?
Side 41 - While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And ever and anon with frightful din The leather sounds ; he trembles from within, So when Troy chairmen bore the wooden steed, Pregnant with Greeks impatient to be freed, (Those bully Greeks, who, as the moderns do, Instead of paying chairmen, ran them through,) Laocoon struck the outside with his spear, And each imprison'd hero quak'd for fear.
Side 22 - Having through all the village past, To a small cottage came at last, Where dwelt a good old honest ye'man, Call'd in the neighbourhood Philemon ; Who kindly did these saints invite In his poor hut to pass the night ; And then the hospitable...