The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fhine , And for a while in heavenly contemplation fat On the high top of peaceful Ararat ; And pluck'd a laurel branch ( for laurel was the firft that grew , The firft of plants after the thunder , storm , and rain ) ; And thence , with ...
... fhine , And for a while in heavenly contemplation fat On the high top of peaceful Ararat ; And pluck'd a laurel branch ( for laurel was the firft that grew , The firft of plants after the thunder , storm , and rain ) ; And thence , with ...
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... fhine , And unregarded wave upon the twine . } The week flies round ; and , when my profit's known , I hardly clear enough to change a crown . COR . Hard fate of virtue , thus to be diftreft , Thou faireft of thy trade , and far the ...
... fhine , And unregarded wave upon the twine . } The week flies round ; and , when my profit's known , I hardly clear enough to change a crown . COR . Hard fate of virtue , thus to be diftreft , Thou faireft of thy trade , and far the ...
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... fhine , And dazzle all the idol - faces As through the ball thy worship paces ; ( Though this I fpeak but at a venture , Suppofing thou haft tick with Hunter ) Methinks I fee a black - guard rout Attend thy coach , and hear them fhout ...
... fhine , And dazzle all the idol - faces As through the ball thy worship paces ; ( Though this I fpeak but at a venture , Suppofing thou haft tick with Hunter ) Methinks I fee a black - guard rout Attend thy coach , and hear them fhout ...
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... fhine ; Nor ftoops to take the faff * , nor lays it down ,. Juft as the rabble please to finile or frown . Virtue , to crown her favourites , loves to try Some new unbeaten paffage to the sky ; Where Jove a feat among the gods will give ...
... fhine ; Nor ftoops to take the faff * , nor lays it down ,. Juft as the rabble please to finile or frown . Virtue , to crown her favourites , loves to try Some new unbeaten paffage to the sky ; Where Jove a feat among the gods will give ...
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... fhine , I forward the grafs , and I ripen the vine To me the good fellows apply for relief , Without whom they could get neither claret nor beef : Yet their wine and their victuals thefe curmudgeon lubbards Lock up from my fight in ...
... fhine , I forward the grafs , and I ripen the vine To me the good fellows apply for relief , Without whom they could get neither claret nor beef : Yet their wine and their victuals thefe curmudgeon lubbards Lock up from my fight in ...
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Страница 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
Страница 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.
Страница 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
Страница 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
Страница 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
Страница 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
Страница 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.
Страница 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
Страница 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
Страница 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,