Miscellaneous poemsArchibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; White, Cochrane, and Company and Gale, Curtis, and Fenner, London; and John Cumming, Dublin., 1814 |
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... poor , And fling our scraps before our door ! Thrice happy you have ' scap'd this general pest ; Those mighty epithets , learn'd , good , and great , Which we ne'er join'd before , but in romances meet , We find in you at last united ...
... poor , And fling our scraps before our door ! Thrice happy you have ' scap'd this general pest ; Those mighty epithets , learn'd , good , and great , Which we ne'er join'd before , but in romances meet , We find in you at last united ...
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... through the deceit ! How shallow , and how gross , the cheat ! Look where the pulley's tied above ! Great God ! ( said I ) what have I seen ! On what poor engines move The thoughts of monarchs and designs of states ; What 12 16 POEMS .
... through the deceit ! How shallow , and how gross , the cheat ! Look where the pulley's tied above ! Great God ! ( said I ) what have I seen ! On what poor engines move The thoughts of monarchs and designs of states ; What 12 16 POEMS .
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... Poor we cadets of Heaven , not worth her care , Take up at best with lumber and the leavings of a fare : Some she binds ' prentice to the spade , Some to the drudgery of a trade ; Some she does to Egyptian bondage draw , Bids us make ...
... Poor we cadets of Heaven , not worth her care , Take up at best with lumber and the leavings of a fare : Some she binds ' prentice to the spade , Some to the drudgery of a trade ; Some she does to Egyptian bondage draw , Bids us make ...
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... poor contented me , Who must my weakness and my ignorance confess , That I believe in much I ne'er can hope to see ; Methinks I'm satisfy'd to guess , That this new , noble , and delightful scene , Is wonderfully mov'd by some exalted ...
... poor contented me , Who must my weakness and my ignorance confess , That I believe in much I ne'er can hope to see ; Methinks I'm satisfy'd to guess , That this new , noble , and delightful scene , Is wonderfully mov'd by some exalted ...
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... poor mortals ' fate , Gets between them and my resentment's weight , Stands in the gap ' twixt me and wretched men , T'avert th ' impending judgments of my pen . Thus I look down with mercy on the age , By hopes my Congreve will reform ...
... poor mortals ' fate , Gets between them and my resentment's weight , Stands in the gap ' twixt me and wretched men , T'avert th ' impending judgments of my pen . Thus I look down with mercy on the age , By hopes my Congreve will reform ...
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Apollo bard beauty Behold BIRTH-DAY Cadenus call'd coffeehouse Countess of Suffolk court crown dame damn'd Dean Dean's dear death divine DR DELANY DR SWIFT Dublin duke Dunciad e'er ears EPIGRAM eyes face fair fame fancy fate favourite fill'd foes folly fools give goddess grace half head hear heart honour Ireland Jove king knaves lady learn'd learning Lord Lord Carteret madam maid mankind MARBLE HILL merit mind mortal Muse ne'er neighbour Neptune Nereids never night numbers nymph o'er Pallas poem poets poor Pope praise pride quadrille queen rage rais'd rhyme round satire scarce scene scorn shame shine sight sing Sir Robert Walpole soul spleen Stella Stephen Duck Strephon swear tell thee thou thought thousand town turn'd Twas twill Vanessa verse vex'd virtue whig wise writ write
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Страница 335 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, " I'm sorry — but we all must die...
Страница 338 - Without regarding private ends, Spent all his credit for his friends ; And only chose the wise and good ; No flatterers ; no allies in blood : But succour'd virtue in distress, And seldom fail'd of good success ; As numbers in their hearts must own, Who, but for him, had been unknown.
Страница 299 - As jEsop would the world persuade ; He better understands his trade : Nor comes whene'er his lady whistles, But carries loads, and feeds on thistles. Our author's meaning, I presume, is A creature bipes et implumis ; Wherein the moralist design'd A compliment on human kind ; For here he owns, that now and then Beasts may degenerate into men.
Страница 339 - LIBERTY was all his cry; for her he stood prepar'd to die; for her he boldly stood alone; for her he oft" expos'd his own. Two kingdoms, just as faction led, had set a price upon his head ; but not a traitor could be found, to sell him for six hundred pound. Had he...
Страница 331 - Behold the fatal day arrive! How is the Dean? He's just alive. Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead.
Страница 470 - As fine as daubers' hands can make it, In hopes that strangers may mistake it, We think it both a shame and sin To quit the true old Angel Inn.
Страница 54 - Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do you know what a Loss I have had? Nay, said she, my Lord Col/way's Folks are all very sad; For my Lord Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail; Pugh! said I, but that's not the Business that I ail.
Страница 84 - No hurt shall come to you or yours : Uut for that pack of churlish boors, Not fit to live on Christian ground, They and their houses shall be drown'd; While you shall see your cottage rise, And grow a church before your eyes.
Страница 88 - what's this you tell us? I hope you don't believe me jealous! But yet, methinks, I feel it true, And really yours is budding too — Nay, — now I cannot stir my foot; It feels as if 'twere taking root.
Страница 297 - Though hard to find in every case The fittest man to fill a place: His promises he ne'er forgot, But took memorials on the spot; His enemies, for want of charity, Said, he affected popularity: 'Tis true, the people understood, That all he did was for their good; Their kind affections he has tried; No love is lost on either side.