The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four [i.e. Five] Volumes, المجلد 1

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A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, J. Rivington, W. Johnston, C. Corbett, J. Dodsley, T. Lowndes, G. Robinson and J. Roberts, J. Ridley, S. Bladon, and T. Cadell., 1767
 

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الصفحة 111 - As sure as cards, he to th' assembly comes, And is the furniture of drawing-rooms ( When ombre calls, his hand and heart are free, And, join'd to two, he fails not — to make three : Narcissus is the glory of his race ; For who does nothing with a better grace ? To deck my list, by nature were design'd Such shining expletives of human kind, Who want, while through blank life they dream along, Sense to be right, and passion to be wrong.
الصفحة 211 - How rich the Peacock ! £ what bright glories run From plume to plume, and vary in the sun ! He proudly spreads them, to the golden ray Gives all his colours, and adorns the day ; With conscious state the spacious round displays, And slowly moves amid the waving blaze.
الصفحة 123 - Some ladies' judgment in their features lies, And all their genius sparkles from their eyes. But hold, she cries, Lampooner ! have a care, Must I want common sense because I'm fair ! O no : see Stella ; her eyes shine as bright As if her tongue was never in the right : And yet what real learning, judgment, fire ! She seems...
الصفحة 124 - Man's rich with little, were his judgment true; Nature is frugal, and her wants are few; Those few wants answer'd, bring sincere delights, But fools create themselves new appetites.
الصفحة 151 - Who marry to be free, to range the more, And wed one man, to wanton with a score.
الصفحة 113 - As if their grandeur, by contagion, wrought, And fame was, like a fever, to be caught: But after seven years dance from place to place, The Dane is more familiar with his Grace.
الصفحة 167 - Of ever losing what she held most dear, How did Britannia, like Achilles, weep, And tell her sorrows to the kindred deep ! Hang o'er the floods, and, in devotion warm, Strive, for thee, with the surge, and fight the storm...
الصفحة 117 - Tis the world's debt to deeds of high degree ; But if you pay yourself, the world is free. Were there no tongue to speak them but his own, Augustus' deeds in arms had ne'er been known Augustus...
الصفحة 99 - I'm nearer death in this verse than the last : What then is to be done ? be wise with speed : A fool at forty is a fool indeed. And what so foolish as the chase of fame ? How vain the prize ? how impotent our aim ? For what are men who grasp at praise sublime, But bubbles on the rapid stream of time, That rise, and fall, that swell, and are no more, Born and forgot, ten thousand in an hour ? LOVE OF FAME, Va SATIRE III.
الصفحة 56 - As trembling flames now take a feeble flight, Now catch the brand with a returning light...

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