The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... PHOEBUS , now shortening every shade , Up to the northern tropic came , And thence beheld a lovely maid , Attending on a royal dame . The god laid down his feeble rays , Then lighted from his glittering coach ; But fenc'd his head with ...
... PHOEBUS , now shortening every shade , Up to the northern tropic came , And thence beheld a lovely maid , Attending on a royal dame . The god laid down his feeble rays , Then lighted from his glittering coach ; But fenc'd his head with ...
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... Phoebus newly tann'd and dry'd : For thee they Argo's hulk will tax , And scrape her pitchy fides for wax : Then Ariadne kindly lends Her braided hair to make thee ends ; The points of Sagittarius ' dart Turns to an awl by heavenly art ...
... Phoebus newly tann'd and dry'd : For thee they Argo's hulk will tax , And scrape her pitchy fides for wax : Then Ariadne kindly lends Her braided hair to make thee ends ; The points of Sagittarius ' dart Turns to an awl by heavenly art ...
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... Phoebus ' harp decreed , And gave it for Pan's oaten reed : The god of wit , to fhew his grudge , Clapt affes ' ears upon the judge ; A goodly pair , erect and wide , Which he could neither gild nor hide . And now the virtue of his ...
... Phoebus ' harp decreed , And gave it for Pan's oaten reed : The god of wit , to fhew his grudge , Clapt affes ' ears upon the judge ; A goodly pair , erect and wide , Which he could neither gild nor hide . And now the virtue of his ...
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... Phoebus must give place to Pan : He values not the poet's praise , Nor will exchange his plumbs for bays . To Pan alone rich mifers call ; And there's the jeft , for Pan is ALL . Here English wits will be to feek , Howe'er , ' tis all ...
... Phoebus must give place to Pan : He values not the poet's praise , Nor will exchange his plumbs for bays . To Pan alone rich mifers call ; And there's the jeft , for Pan is ALL . Here English wits will be to feek , Howe'er , ' tis all ...
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... Phoebus . The corruption of verfe ; for , when all is done , It is but a paraphrafe made on a pun . But a genius like her's no fubject can ftifle , It shews and difcovers itself through a trifle . ** Jo - feph . + Nathan . ↑ Swift . By ...
... Phoebus . The corruption of verfe ; for , when all is done , It is but a paraphrafe made on a pun . But a genius like her's no fubject can ftifle , It shews and difcovers itself through a trifle . ** Jo - feph . + Nathan . ↑ Swift . By ...
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الصفحة 20 - Madam, I die without your grace"— « Item, for half a yard of lace." Who that had wit would place it here, For every peeping fop to jeer ? In power of fpittle and a clout, Whene'er he pleafe, to blot it out; And then, to heighten the difgrace, Clap his own nonfenfe in the place. Whoe'er
الصفحة 49 - to the top> As if they ne'er had touch'da drop. The good old couple were amaz'd, 35 And often on each other gaz'd ; For both were frighten'd to the heart, And juft began to cry, — What art! Then foftly turn'd afide to view Whether the lights were burning blue.
الصفحة 92 - From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?" Such tattle often entertains • 95 My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windfor, and again to town, Where all that pafles inter
الصفحة 89 - clear, •*• For life, fix hundred pounds a-year, A handfome houfe to lodge a friend,. A river at my garden's end, A terrace-walk, and half a rood £: Of land fet out to plant a Wood. Well, now I have all this and more, I afk not to increafe my
الصفحة 334 - afliam'd to ufe a glafs; And till I fee them with thefe eyes, •» ' Whoever fays you have them, lies. No length of time can make you quit Honour and virtue, fenfe and wit : Thus you may ftill be young to me, While I can better bear than fee. Oh, ne'er may Fortune
الصفحة 159 - Tis never by invention got, Men have it when they know it not. Our converfation to refine, Humour and wit muft both combine : From both we learn to railly well, Wherein fometimes the French excel. Voiture, in various lights, difplays That irony which turns to praife : His genius firft
الصفحة 25 - Truly, fays he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil; If your money be gone, as a learned divine fays, d'ye fee, You .are no text for my handling ; fo take that from me : I was never taken for a conjurer before, I'd have you to know.
الصفحة 170 - you live to fee the day When Stella's locks muft all be grey. When age muft print a furrow'd trace On every feature of her face ; Though you, and all your fenfelefs tribe, Could art, or time, or nature bribe, To make you look like Beauty's
الصفحة 51 - which it cannot turn. The groaning-chair began to crawl, •85 Like a huge fnail, along the wall; There ftuck aloft in public view, And, with fmall change, a pulpit grew. The porringers, that in a row Hung high, and made a glittering
الصفحة 95 - the Queen A dangerous treatife J writ againft the fpleen; Which, by the ftyle, the matter, and the drift, 'Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York ! the harmlefs tool of others hate j He fues for pardon ||, and repents too late. Now,