The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Том 441790 |
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... face . " That old vertigo in his head " Befides , his memory decays : " Will never leave him , till he ' s dead . 85 " He recollects not what he fays ; " He cannot call his friends to mind ; 66 Forgets the place where laft he din'd ...
... face . " That old vertigo in his head " Befides , his memory decays : " Will never leave him , till he ' s dead . 85 " He recollects not what he fays ; " He cannot call his friends to mind ; 66 Forgets the place where laft he din'd ...
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... face . " On rural fquires , that kingdom's bane , " He vented oft ' his wrath in vain : 66 ******* squires to market brought , " Who fell their fouls and **** for nought : The **** **** go joyful back , " To rob the church , their ...
... face . " On rural fquires , that kingdom's bane , " He vented oft ' his wrath in vain : 66 ******* squires to market brought , " Who fell their fouls and **** for nought : The **** **** go joyful back , " To rob the church , their ...
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... face , The specious front fhines out with borrow'd grace ; Though pafte - boards , glittering like a tinfel'd coat , A rafa tabula within denote : Yet , if a venal and corrupted age , And modern vices , should provoke thy rage ; If ...
... face , The specious front fhines out with borrow'd grace ; Though pafte - boards , glittering like a tinfel'd coat , A rafa tabula within denote : Yet , if a venal and corrupted age , And modern vices , should provoke thy rage ; If ...
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... face before the king : Then for his voice , there's none disputes That he's the nightingale of brutes . The fwine with contrite heart allow'd , His shape and beauty made him proud : In diet was perhaps too nice , But gluttony was ne'er ...
... face before the king : Then for his voice , there's none disputes That he's the nightingale of brutes . The fwine with contrite heart allow'd , His shape and beauty made him proud : In diet was perhaps too nice , But gluttony was ne'er ...
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... face ; Forgiveness begg'd , that he appear'd ( ' Twas nature's fault ) without a beard . ' Tis true , he was not much inclin'd To fondness for the female kind ; Not , as his enemies object , From chance , or natural defect ; Not by his ...
... face ; Forgiveness begg'd , that he appear'd ( ' Twas nature's fault ) without a beard . ' Tis true , he was not much inclin'd To fondness for the female kind ; Not , as his enemies object , From chance , or natural defect ; Not by his ...
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Страница 12 - Must undergo the common fate; His kind of wit is out of date. Some country squire to Lintot goes, Inquires for "Swift in Verse and Prose." Says Lintot, "I have heard the name; He died a year ago."— "The same.
Страница 5 - Tis all on me an usurpation. I have no title to aspire ; Yet, when you sink, I seem the higher; In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a sigh I wish it mine : When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six, It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry :
Страница 10 - He'll treat me as he does my betters, Publish my will, my life, my letters ; Revive the libels born to die : Which Pope must bear as well as I. Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament.
Страница 5 - I grieve to be outdone by Gay In my own hum'rous biting way. Arbuthnot is no more my friend, Who dares to irony pretend, Which I was born to introduce, Refin'd it first, and shew'd its use.
Страница 12 - To fancy they could live a year ! I find you're but a stranger here. The Dean was famous in his time, And had a kind of knack at rhyme : His way of writing now is past ; The town has got a better taste. I keep no antiquated stuff, But spick and span I have enough.
Страница 11 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Страница 30 - 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 54 - The vilest verse thrives best at court. A pamphlet in sir Bob's defence Will never fail to bring in pence : Nor be concern'd about the sale, He pays his workmen on the nail. A prince, the moment he is crown'd...
Страница 96 - Let them rave at making laws ; While they never hold their tongue, Let them dabble in their dung : Let them form a grand committee, How to plague and starve the city ; Let them...
Страница 6 - 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...