The Miscellaneous Works: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations, Том 1J. and R. Tonson, 1760 |
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... say : ' Tis true but so she will th ' Apocrypha ; And fuch as can believe them , freely may . But did that God ( fo little understood ) Whofe darling attribute is being good , From the dark womb of the rude chaos bring Such various ...
... say : ' Tis true but so she will th ' Apocrypha ; And fuch as can believe them , freely may . But did that God ( fo little understood ) Whofe darling attribute is being good , From the dark womb of the rude chaos bring Such various ...
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... fo many various ways , Say , is't thy bounty , or thy thirst of praise ? That by comparing others , all might fee , Who most excel , are yet excell'd by thee . 1 To Mr. DRYDEN , by Jo . ADDISON , Efq VERSES in Praise of Mr. DRYden .
... fo many various ways , Say , is't thy bounty , or thy thirst of praise ? That by comparing others , all might fee , Who most excel , are yet excell'd by thee . 1 To Mr. DRYDEN , by Jo . ADDISON , Efq VERSES in Praise of Mr. DRYden .
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... Say , royal Sir , by all fame in arms , Your praise in peace , and by Urania's charms ; If all your fuff'rings paft fo nearly prest , Or pierc'd with half so painful grief your breaft ? Thus fome diviner mufe her heroe forms , Not footh ...
... Say , royal Sir , by all fame in arms , Your praise in peace , and by Urania's charms ; If all your fuff'rings paft fo nearly prest , Or pierc'd with half so painful grief your breaft ? Thus fome diviner mufe her heroe forms , Not footh ...
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... say ; Nor for a founding fentence ever stray . The public cenfure for your writings fear , And to yourself be critic ... says : Embrace true counsel , but suspect false praise . A fycophant will every thing admire : Each verfe , each ...
... say ; Nor for a founding fentence ever stray . The public cenfure for your writings fear , And to yourself be critic ... says : Embrace true counsel , but suspect false praise . A fycophant will every thing admire : Each verfe , each ...
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... say Downright , my name is Hector in the play ; Than with a mafs of miracles , ill - join'd , Confound my ears and not inftruct my mind . The subject's never foon enough exprest ; Your place of action must be fix'd , and reft . A ...
... say Downright , my name is Hector in the play ; Than with a mafs of miracles , ill - join'd , Confound my ears and not inftruct my mind . The subject's never foon enough exprest ; Your place of action must be fix'd , and reft . A ...
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Страница 177 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Страница xlii - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Страница 63 - The composition of all poems is, or ought to be, of wit; and wit in the poet, or Wit writing (if you will give me leave to use a school-distinction), is no other than the faculty of imagination in the writer, which, like a nimble spaniel, beats over and ranges through the field of memory, till it springs the quarry it hunted after; or, without metaphor, which searches over all the memory for the species or ideas of those things which it designs to represent.
Страница 163 - Oh ! had he been content to serve the crown With virtues only proper to the gown, Or had the rankness of the soil been freed From cockle that oppressed the noble seed, David for him his tuneful harp had strung And Heaven had wanted one immortal song.
Страница 158 - An idol monarch which their hands had made; Thought they might ruin him they could create Or melt him to that golden calf — a State.
Страница 195 - Law they require, let law then show her face ; They could not be content to look on grace, Her hinder parts, but with a daring eye To tempt the terror of her front, and die. By their own arts 'tis righteously decreed, Those dire artificers of death shall bleed...
Страница 162 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease ? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got, while his soul did huddled notions try ; And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
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Страница 184 - And all his pow'r against himself employs. He gives, and let him give my right away: But why should he his own, and yours betray? He, only he can make the nation bleed, And he alone from my revenge is freed. Take then my tears...
Страница 216 - Doeg, though without knowing how or why, Made still a blundering kind of melody; Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in: Free from all meaning, whether good or bad, And, in one word, heroically mad, He was too warm on picking-work to dwell, But faggoted his notions as they fell, And, if they rhymed and rattled, all was well.