Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1796 |
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... soul to cross , Who pens a stanza , when he should engross ? Is there who , lock'd from ink and paper , scrawls With desp'rate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to Twit'nam , and in humble strain Apply to me , to keep them mad ...
... soul to cross , Who pens a stanza , when he should engross ? Is there who , lock'd from ink and paper , scrawls With desp'rate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to Twit'nam , and in humble strain Apply to me , to keep them mad ...
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... soul to save ? 274 " I found him close with Swift --- Indeed ? no doubt " ( Cries prating Balbus ) something will come out . " ' Tis all in vain , deny it as I will ; " No , such a genius never can lie still ; " And then for mine ...
... soul to save ? 274 " I found him close with Swift --- Indeed ? no doubt " ( Cries prating Balbus ) something will come out . " ' Tis all in vain , deny it as I will ; " No , such a genius never can lie still ; " And then for mine ...
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... soul , and Muse . Yet why ? that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbour Fool ; That harmless mother thought no wife a whore ; Hear this , and spare his family , James Moore ! 385 Unspotted names , and memorable ...
... soul , and Muse . Yet why ? that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbour Fool ; That harmless mother thought no wife a whore ; Hear this , and spare his family , James Moore ! 385 Unspotted names , and memorable ...
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... soul I cannot sleep a wink . I nod in company , I wake at night , Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F. You could not do a worse thing for your life . 15 Why , if the nights seem tedious --- take a wife ; 2Or rather , truly , if ...
... soul I cannot sleep a wink . I nod in company , I wake at night , Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F. You could not do a worse thing for your life . 15 Why , if the nights seem tedious --- take a wife ; 2Or rather , truly , if ...
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... soul stood forth , nor kept a thought within ; In me what spots ( for spots I have ) appear , Will prove , at least , the medium must be clear . In this impartial glass , my Muse intends Fair to expose myself , my foes , my friends ; 55 ...
... soul stood forth , nor kept a thought within ; In me what spots ( for spots I have ) appear , Will prove , at least , the medium must be clear . In this impartial glass , my Muse intends Fair to expose myself , my foes , my friends ; 55 ...
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Страница 32 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Страница 213 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Страница 36 - So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, 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.
Страница 48 - ... for half a year or more, the common newspapers, in most of which they had some property, as being hired writers, were filled with the most abusive falsehoods and scurrilities they could possibly devise...
Страница 32 - 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...
Страница 197 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Страница 39 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Страница 35 - Tis all in vain, deny it as I will: 'No, such a genius never can lie still'; And then for mine obligingly mistakes The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo makes.
Страница 27 - 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?
Страница 33 - 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...