The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Volum 401807 |
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Side 34
... fire , and clothes . B. What more ? P. Meat , clothes , and fire . 80 Is this too little ? would you more than live ? Alas ! ' tis more than Turner finds they give ; Alas ! ' tis more than ( all his visions 34 Epist . III . MORAL ESSAYS .
... fire , and clothes . B. What more ? P. Meat , clothes , and fire . 80 Is this too little ? would you more than live ? Alas ! ' tis more than Turner finds they give ; Alas ! ' tis more than ( all his visions 34 Epist . III . MORAL ESSAYS .
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... fire . Perhaps , by its own ruins sav'd from flame , Some bury'd marble half préserves a name ; * This was originally written in the year 1715 , when Mr. Ad- dison , not yet Secretary of State , had prepared his book of Medals for the ...
... fire . Perhaps , by its own ruins sav'd from flame , Some bury'd marble half préserves a name ; * This was originally written in the year 1715 , when Mr. Ad- dison , not yet Secretary of State , had prepared his book of Medals for the ...
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... fire and tow ; I grant them that ; and what it means you know . The same apostle , too , has elsewhere own'd No precept for virginity he found : ' Tis but a counsel - and we women still 30 Take which we like , the counsel or our will ...
... fire and tow ; I grant them that ; and what it means you know . The same apostle , too , has elsewhere own'd No precept for virginity he found : ' Tis but a counsel - and we women still 30 Take which we like , the counsel or our will ...
Side 62
... rational desire , To light a taper at a neighbor's fire . 135 There's danger too , you think , in rich array , 140 And none can long be modest that are gay . [ The cat , if you but singe her tabby skin 62 THE WIFE OF BATH .
... rational desire , To light a taper at a neighbor's fire . 135 There's danger too , you think , in rich array , 140 And none can long be modest that are gay . [ The cat , if you but singe her tabby skin 62 THE WIFE OF BATH .
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... fire and sprightly grace , 325 And Mars assurance , and a dauntless face . By virtue of this pow'rful constellation , I follow'd always my own inclination . But to my tale . A month scarce pass'd away , With dance and song we kept the ...
... fire and sprightly grace , 325 And Mars assurance , and a dauntless face . By virtue of this pow'rful constellation , I follow'd always my own inclination . But to my tale . A month scarce pass'd away , With dance and song we kept the ...
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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
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Side 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...
Side 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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,.