The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, المجلد 401807 |
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... grave , That from his cage cries Cuckold , Whore , and Knave , Though many a passer ger he rightly call , You hold him no philosopher at all . And yet the fate of ali extremes is such , Men may be read , as well as books , too much . 10 ...
... grave , That from his cage cries Cuckold , Whore , and Knave , Though many a passer ger he rightly call , You hold him no philosopher at all . And yet the fate of ali extremes is such , Men may be read , as well as books , too much . 10 ...
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... grave , Thinks who endures a knave , is next a knave , Save just a dinner -- then prefers , no doubt , A rogue with ven'son to a saint without . 70 75 80 Who would not praise Patricio's high desert , His hand unstain'd , his uncorrupted ...
... grave , Thinks who endures a knave , is next a knave , Save just a dinner -- then prefers , no doubt , A rogue with ven'son to a saint without . 70 75 80 Who would not praise Patricio's high desert , His hand unstain'd , his uncorrupted ...
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... grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule 100 105 That ev'ry man in want is knave or fool . ' God cannot love ( says Blunt , with tearless eyes ) ' The wretch he starves ' -- and piously denies ; But the good Bishop , with a meeker air ...
... grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule 100 105 That ev'ry man in want is knave or fool . ' God cannot love ( says Blunt , with tearless eyes ) ' The wretch he starves ' -- and piously denies ; But the good Bishop , with a meeker air ...
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... graves is merely thrown away . The pit fill'd up , with turf we cover'd o'er ; So bless the good man's soul ! I say no more . • 245 250 Now for my fifth lov'd lord , the last and best ; ( Kind Heav'n afford him everlasting rest ! ) Full ...
... graves is merely thrown away . The pit fill'd up , with turf we cover'd o'er ; So bless the good man's soul ! I say no more . • 245 250 Now for my fifth lov'd lord , the last and best ; ( Kind Heav'n afford him everlasting rest ! ) Full ...
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... grave sentence out of Holy Writ . Oft would he say , ' Who builds his house on sands , Pricks his blind horse across the fallow lands ; Or lets his wife abroad with pilgrims roam , Deserves a fool's cap and long ears , at home . 350 All ...
... grave sentence out of Holy Writ . Oft would he say , ' Who builds his house on sands , Pricks his blind horse across the fallow lands ; Or lets his wife abroad with pilgrims roam , Deserves a fool's cap and long ears , at home . 350 All ...
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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,.