The Works, المجلد 10J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Apollo Behold Cadenus call'd court crown dame DANIEL JACKSON Dean dear Delany delight divine Dublin duchess of Somerset e'er ears eyes face fair fame fancy fate fill'd flame flies fools give grace groat grown half hand head heart Heaven honour humble John Rochfort Journal to Stella Jove king lady light look lord lord treasurer magick maid mighty mind mortals Muse ne'er never night nose numbers nymph o'er once Ovid Pallas peace Phoebus plac'd pleas'd poem poetick poets poor praise pride queen rais'd resolv'd rhyme rise Rochfort round scorn shame SHERIDAN shine soul spleen Stella swear Swift t'other TATLER tell thee thing THOMAS SHERIDAN thou thought town Twas twill us'd Vanessa verse vex'd virtue whence Whene'er whig wine wise wonder writ
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الصفحة 137 - Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools ; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
الصفحة 75 - That swill'd more liquor than it could contain, And, like a drunkard, gives it up again. Brisk Susan whips her linen from the rope, While the first drizzling...
الصفحة 74 - Till drown'd in shriller notes of chimney-sweep : Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet ; And brickdust Moll had scream'd through half the street. The turnkey now his flock returning sees, Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees: The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands, And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.
الصفحة 76 - Twas doubtful which was rain, and which was dust. Ah ! where must needy poet seek for aid, When dust and rain at once his coat invade ? Sole coat, where dust cemented by the rain Erects the nap, and leaves a cloudy stain ! Now in contiguous drops the flood comes down, Threatening with deluge this devoted town.
الصفحة 66 - Tis now no kettle, but a bell. A wooden jack, which had almost Lost by disuse the art to roast, A sudden alteration feels...
الصفحة 107 - Tis (let me see) three years and more (October next it will be four) Since Harley bid me first attend, And chose me for an humble friend; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As,
الصفحة 76 - Box'd in a chair the beau impatient sits, While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And ever and anon with frightful din The leather sounds, he trembles from within.
الصفحة 67 - A bedstead of the antique mode, Compact of timber many a load, Such as our ancestors did use, Was metamorphosed into pews ; Which still their ancient nature keep By lodging folks disposed to sleep.
الصفحة 109 - Faith, sir, you know as much as I." "Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest! Tis now no secret" — I protest 'Tis one to me — "Then tell us, pray, When are the troops to have their pay?
الصفحة 108 - How think you of our friend the Dean? I wonder what some people mean; My lord and he are grown so great, Always together tete-d-tete. What ! they admire him for his jokes — See but the fortune of some folks...