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الصفحة 31
... Balaam , v . 339 , to the end . P.WHO shall decide , when doctors disagree , And sounded casuits doubt , like you and me ? This Epistle was written after a violent outcry against our author , on a supposition that he had ridiculed a ...
... Balaam , v . 339 , to the end . P.WHO shall decide , when doctors disagree , And sounded casuits doubt , like you and me ? This Epistle was written after a violent outcry against our author , on a supposition that he had ridiculed a ...
الصفحة 44
... Balaam was his name ; Religious , punctual , frugal , and so forth , 340 His word would pass for more than he was worth . One solid dish his week - day meal affords , An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's ; 345 Constant at Church , and ...
... Balaam was his name ; Religious , punctual , frugal , and so forth , 340 His word would pass for more than he was worth . One solid dish his week - day meal affords , An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's ; 345 Constant at Church , and ...
الصفحة 45
... Balaam , now a man of spirit , 375 Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit ; What late he call'd a blessing now was wit , And God's good providence a lucky hit . Things change their titles , as our manners turn ; His compting ...
... Balaam , now a man of spirit , 375 Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit ; What late he call'd a blessing now was wit , And God's good providence a lucky hit . Things change their titles , as our manners turn ; His compting ...
الصفحة 46
... Balaam hangs . Wife , son , and daughter , Satan ! are thy own , His wealth , yet dearer , forfeit to the crown : The devil and the king divide the prize , And sad Sir Balaam curses God and dies . 402 TO RICHARD BOYLE , EARL OF ...
... Balaam hangs . Wife , son , and daughter , Satan ! are thy own , His wealth , yet dearer , forfeit to the crown : The devil and the king divide the prize , And sad Sir Balaam curses God and dies . 402 TO RICHARD BOYLE , EARL OF ...
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... Balaam : The fewer still you name , you wound the more ; Bond is but one , but Harpax is a score . P. Each mortal has his pleasure : none deny Scarsdale his bottle , Darty his ham - pie ; Ridotta sips and dances , till she see The ...
... Balaam : The fewer still you name , you wound the more ; Bond is but one , but Harpax is a score . P. Each mortal has his pleasure : none deny Scarsdale his bottle , Darty his ham - pie ; Ridotta sips and dances , till she see 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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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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,.