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Страница 69 - Then, if ordain'd to so severe a doom, She, by just stages, journeys round the room ; But, knowing her own weakness, she despairs To scale the Alps — that is, ascend the stairs. ' My fan !' let others say, who laugh at toil ;
Страница 64 - Pleasures are few, and fewer we enjoy ; Pleasure, like quicksilver, is bright, and coy\ We strive to grasp it with our utmost skill, Still it eludes us, and it glitters still : If seiz'd at last, compute your mighty gains; What is it, but rank poison in your veins...
Страница 61 - O'erstock'd mankind enjoy but half her stores : In distant wilds, by human eyes unseen, She rears her flowers, and spreads her velvet green : Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert trace, And waste their music on the savage race.
Страница 58 - With legs toss'd high, on her sophee she sits, Vouchsafing- audience to contending wits : Of each performance she's the final test ; One act read o'er, she prophesies the rest ; And then, pronouncing with decisive air, Fully convinces all the town — she's fair. Had lovely Daphne Hecatessa's face, How would her elegance of taste decrease ! Some ladies' judgment in their features lies, And all their genius sparkles from their eyes.
Страница 72 - But adoration ! give me something more, Cries LYCE, on the borders of threescore : Nought treads so silent as the foot of time ; Hence we mistake our autumn for our prime ; 'Tis greatly wise to know, before we're told, The melancholy news, that we grow old. Autumnal LYCE carries in her face Memento mori to each public place.
Страница 100 - One to destroy, is murder by the law ; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe ; To murder thousands, takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Страница 4 - Nor is that term unapplicable to graver compositions. Ethics, Heathen and Christian, and the scriptures themselves, are, in a great measure, a satire on the weakness and iniquity of men ; and some part of that satire is in verse too. Nay, in the first ages, philosophy and poetry were the same thing ; Wisdom wore no other dress : so that, I hope, these Satires will be the more easily pardoned that misfortune by the severe.
Страница 102 - Some future strain, in which the muse shall tell How science dwindles, and how volumes swell. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
Страница 24 - As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set : Their want of edge from their offence is seen ; Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.