The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 40 |
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I must by all means come to Town , ' Tis for the service of the Crown ; • Lewis , the
Dean will be of use ; • Send for him up , take no excuse . ' The toil , the danger , of
the seas , Great ministers ne ' er think of these ; Or , let it cost five hundred ...
I must by all means come to Town , ' Tis for the service of the Crown ; • Lewis , the
Dean will be of use ; • Send for him up , take no excuse . ' The toil , the danger , of
the seas , Great ministers ne ' er think of these ; Or , let it cost five hundred ...
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In Town ' what objects could I meet ? The shops shut up in ev ' ry street , And fun '
rals black ' ning all the doors , And yet more melancholy whores ; And what a dust
in ev ' ry place ! And a thin Court that wants your face , And fevers raging up ...
In Town ' what objects could I meet ? The shops shut up in ev ' ry street , And fun '
rals black ' ning all the doors , And yet more melancholy whores ; And what a dust
in ev ' ry place ! And a thin Court that wants your face , And fevers raging up ...
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Yet these are wights who fondly call their own Half that the devil o ' erlooks from
Lincoln town . The laws of God , as well as of the land , 246 Abhor a perpetuity
should stand : Estates have wings , and hang in Fortune ' s pow ' r , Loose on the
...
Yet these are wights who fondly call their own Half that the devil o ' erlooks from
Lincoln town . The laws of God , as well as of the land , 246 Abhor a perpetuity
should stand : Estates have wings , and hang in Fortune ' s pow ' r , Loose on the
...
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EPISTLE V . To the same , on her leaving the Town after the Coronation , 1715 .
As some fond virgin , whom her mother ' s care Drags from the Town to
wholesome country air , Just when she learns to roll a melting eye , And hear a
spark , yet ...
EPISTLE V . To the same , on her leaving the Town after the Coronation , 1715 .
As some fond virgin , whom her mother ' s care Drags from the Town to
wholesome country air , Just when she learns to roll a melting eye , And hear a
spark , yet ...
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MACER , A CHARACTER , When simple Macer , now of high renown , First
sought a poet ' s fortune in the Town . ' Twas all th ' ambition his high soul could
feel , To wear red stockings , and to dine with Steele . Some ends of verse his
betters ...
MACER , A CHARACTER , When simple Macer , now of high renown , First
sought a poet ' s fortune in the Town . ' Twas all th ' ambition his high soul could
feel , To wear red stockings , and to dine with Steele . Some ends of verse his
betters ...
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Страница 138 - 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 128 - 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?
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Страница 172 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.