The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 401807 |
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... Town , ' And mighty dukes pack cards for half a crown : ' See Britain sunk in Lucre's sordid charms , ' And France reveng'd of Anne's and Edward's • arms ! " ' Twas no court - badge , great Scriv'ner ! fir'd thy brain , Nor lordly ...
... Town , ' And mighty dukes pack cards for half a crown : ' See Britain sunk in Lucre's sordid charms , ' And France reveng'd of Anne's and Edward's • arms ! " ' Twas no court - badge , great Scriv'ner ! fir'd thy brain , Nor lordly ...
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... Town he comes , completes the nation's hope , And heads the bold trainbands , and burns a pope . And shall not Britain now reward his toils , 215 Britain , that pays her patriots with her spoils ? In vain at court the bankrupt pleads ...
... Town he comes , completes the nation's hope , And heads the bold trainbands , and burns a pope . And shall not Britain now reward his toils , 215 Britain , that pays her patriots with her spoils ? In vain at court the bankrupt pleads ...
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... town , His pond an ocean , his parterre a down : Who but must laugh the master when he sees , A puny insect shiv'ring at a breeze ! Lo , what huge heaps of littleness around ! The whole a labor'd quarry above ground . Two Cupids squirt ...
... town , His pond an ocean , his parterre a down : Who but must laugh the master when he sees , A puny insect shiv'ring at a breeze ! Lo , what huge heaps of littleness around ! The whole a labor'd quarry above ground . Two Cupids squirt ...
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... town . 190 You , too , proceed ! make falling arts your care , Erect new wonders , and the old repair ; Jones and Palladio to themselves restore , And be whate'er Vitruvius was before : Till kings call forth th ' ideas of your mind ...
... town . 190 You , too , proceed ! make falling arts your care , Erect new wonders , and the old repair ; Jones and Palladio to themselves restore , And be whate'er Vitruvius was before : Till kings call forth th ' ideas of your mind ...
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... town , A trusty gossip , one Dame Allison ; Full well the secrets of my soul she knew , Better than e'er our parish priest could do . To her I told whatever could befal : Had but my husband piss'd against a wall ; Or done a thing that ...
... town , A trusty gossip , one Dame Allison ; Full well the secrets of my soul she knew , Better than e'er our parish priest could do . To her I told whatever could befal : Had but my husband piss'd against a wall ; Or done a thing that ...
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Страница 132 - 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 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Страница 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; 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? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Страница 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Страница 136 - 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 126 - 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 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Страница 125 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Страница 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Страница 170 - 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,.