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Good company would always keep , Jack with a smile reply'd , “ ' Tis true , Was
known to Falstaff in East - cheap ; « This may seem odd , my friend , to you ,
Threw many a merry main , could bully , “ But give me not more than my ...
Good company would always keep , Jack with a smile reply'd , “ ' Tis true , Was
known to Falstaff in East - cheap ; « This may seem odd , my friend , to you ,
Threw many a merry main , could bully , “ But give me not more than my ...
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ut poets , when a hint is new , To look on vice triumphant round , o matter whether
false or true : And virtue trampled on the ground ? et raillery gives no oftence ,
Observe where bloody ***** ftands bere truth has not the leaft pretence ; With ...
ut poets , when a hint is new , To look on vice triumphant round , o matter whether
false or true : And virtue trampled on the ground ? et raillery gives no oftence ,
Observe where bloody ***** ftands bere truth has not the leaft pretence ; With ...
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For , when in bed we rest our weary limbs , Now , fince your motto thus you
construe , I must confess you've spoken once true . The mind u : burden'd sports
in various whims ; Libertas ét natale folum : The bufy head with minic art runs o'er
You ...
For , when in bed we rest our weary limbs , Now , fince your motto thus you
construe , I must confess you've spoken once true . The mind u : burden'd sports
in various whims ; Libertas ét natale folum : The bufy head with minic art runs o'er
You ...
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y giver better knows thec , Who feels true joys when he bestows thee , TH
Through me , though sore against my will , First ? ers every art inii ill .. thousands
I am fuld and bought , ho neither get nor lore a groat ; or none , alas ! by me can
gain ...
y giver better knows thec , Who feels true joys when he bestows thee , TH
Through me , though sore against my will , First ? ers every art inii ill .. thousands
I am fuld and bought , ho neither get nor lore a groat ; or none , alas ! by me can
gain ...
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For birds , if ancient tale : be true , Had then their Popes and Homers too , Could
read and write in prose and verse , And ípeak like *** , and build like Pearce * He
knew their voices , and their wings ; Who snootheft foars , who sweetest fings ...
For birds , if ancient tale : be true , Had then their Popes and Homers too , Could
read and write in prose and verse , And ípeak like *** , and build like Pearce * He
knew their voices , and their wings ; Who snootheft foars , who sweetest fings ...
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Страница 414 - See how the Dean begins to break! Poor gentleman, he droops apace! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. Besides, his memory decays: He recollects not what he says; He cannot call his friends to mind; Forgets the place where last he dined; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er; He told them fifty times before.
Страница 417 - He knew a hundred pleasant stories, With all the turns of Whigs and Tories: Was cheerful to his dying day, And friends would let him have his way. 'He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.
Страница 420 - When beasts could speak, (the learned say They still can do so every day,) It seems, they had religion then, As much as now we find in men. It happen'd, when a plague broke out, (Which therefore made them more devout...
Страница 414 - He's dead, you say; then let him rot; I'm glad the medals were forgot. I promis'd him, I own ; but when ? I only was the princess then ; But now as consort of the king, You know, 'tis quite another thing.
Страница 426 - Two bordering wits contend for glory ; And one is Whig, and one is Tory : And this for epics claims the bays, And that for elegiac lays : Some...
Страница 501 - With heaping coals of fire upon its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.
Страница 105 - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Страница 414 - To hear his out-of-fashion wit ? But he takes up with younger folks, Who for his wine will bear his jokes. Faith ! he must make his stories shorter, Or change his comrades once a quarter ; In half the time he talks them round, There must another set be found.
Страница 489 - His thoughts grow conscious of approaching woe, His idle tears with vain repentance flow ; His locks he rends, his trembling feet he rears, Thick beats his heart with...
Страница 413 - em? To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts; but never to my friend: I tamely can endure the first; But this with envy makes me burst.
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| Заглавие | Granville. Yalden. Tickell. Swift. Hammond. Somerville. Parnell. Savage. Broome Том 5 от The Works of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland, Samuel Johnson |
| Редактор | Samuel Johnson |
| Издател | A. Miller, 1800 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 23 ноем. 2006 |
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