Faithful Memoirs of the Grubstreet Society. Now First Published by Mr. Bavius, Volum 1benefit of the Grubstreet Society, and sold, 1732 - 179 sider |
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Side 15
... See ! father CHAOS o'er his first born nods , And mother night , in majefty of gods ? See QUERNO's throne , by hands pontific rife And a fool's pandæmonium ftrike our eyes ! Ev'n what on *** the public bounteous pours Is fublimated here ...
... See ! father CHAOS o'er his first born nods , And mother night , in majefty of gods ? See QUERNO's throne , by hands pontific rife And a fool's pandæmonium ftrike our eyes ! Ev'n what on *** the public bounteous pours Is fublimated here ...
Side 48
... see , ST What beauty is , and what thy felf shalt be , How foon the faireft lilly will decay ; And warmest beings , are the coldest clay . Tyrannick death at thy approach we fall , And thou regardless , lay'ft thy hands on all . From ...
... see , ST What beauty is , and what thy felf shalt be , How foon the faireft lilly will decay ; And warmest beings , are the coldest clay . Tyrannick death at thy approach we fall , And thou regardless , lay'ft thy hands on all . From ...
Side 91
... See where it doth most rain , or freeze : But fands and fhells I value most , From the deep fea , far from the coaft . Some pitch ffuck on , or flimy ftuff , Will make the lead bring up enough :. In different papers , put them in , And ...
... See where it doth most rain , or freeze : But fands and fhells I value most , From the deep fea , far from the coaft . Some pitch ffuck on , or flimy ftuff , Will make the lead bring up enough :. In different papers , put them in , And ...
Side 110
... See ! how my fenfe in eafy numbers flows ; My language rifing , as my fancy glows : How bright this burns ! how pure is that , refin'd ! Leaving the caput mortuum all behind . Not fo thy fenfe : like fnail , to rhyme a slave , It creeps ...
... See ! how my fenfe in eafy numbers flows ; My language rifing , as my fancy glows : How bright this burns ! how pure is that , refin'd ! Leaving the caput mortuum all behind . Not fo thy fenfe : like fnail , to rhyme a slave , It creeps ...
Side 117
... Seeing the prize with envious eye , Into JOHN's fob directly go , Cry'd out aloud , why JoHN , you know The half crown is by right my due : " Twas I be ------ t the bed , not you . Oh blunder ! never to be mended ; This one wife fpeach ...
... Seeing the prize with envious eye , Into JOHN's fob directly go , Cry'd out aloud , why JoHN , you know The half crown is by right my due : " Twas I be ------ t the bed , not you . Oh blunder ! never to be mended ; This one wife fpeach ...
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Side 171 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Side 143 - Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with fcornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himfelf to rife ; Damn with faint praife, aflent with civil leer, • And, without fneering, teach the reft to fneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to ftrike...
Side 142 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Side 7 - Poets lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie Her works ; and dying, fears herself may die.
Side 43 - Content with fcience in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feaft rofe fatisfy'd, Thank'd heaven that he had liv'd, and that he dy'd.
Side 142 - And he, who now to fenfe, now nonfenfe leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning : And he, whofe Fuftian's fo fublimely bad, It is not Poetry, but Profe run mad...
Side 43 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the proud and great: Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; From nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had lived, and that he died.
Side 142 - Shakespeare's name ; Pretty, in Amber to observe the forms Of Hairs, or Straws, or Dirt, or Grubs, or Worms : The Thing, we know, is neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the Devil it got there.
Side 16 - E'er the first ends, the Father and the Son : Or else so needful, and exactly grac'd, That nothing is ill-suited, or ill-plac'd. True Epic's a vast World, and this a small; One has its proper beauties, and one all. Like Cynthia, one in thirty days appears, Like Saturn one, rolls round in thirty years.
Side 143 - A tim'rous foe, and a fufpicious friend ; Dreading ev'n fools, by flatterers befieg'd> And fo obliging that he ne'er oblig'd; Who, if two wits on rival themes conteft, Approves of each, but likes the worft the beft...