The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 40 |
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... ry face ; Yet should the Muses bid my mumbers roll , Strong as their charms ,
and gentle as their soul ; With Zeuxis ' Helen thy Bridgewater vie , And these be
sung till Granville ' s Myra die : Alas ! how little from the grave we claim ! Thou but
...
... ry face ; Yet should the Muses bid my mumbers roll , Strong as their charms ,
and gentle as their soul ; With Zeuxis ' Helen thy Bridgewater vie , And these be
sung till Granville ' s Myra die : Alas ! how little from the grave we claim ! Thou but
...
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Bravery , the second attribute of the true hero , is courage manifesting itself in
every limb ; while its correspondent virtue in the mock hero is that same courage
all collected into the face . And as power , when drawn together , must needs
have ...
Bravery , the second attribute of the true hero , is courage manifesting itself in
every limb ; while its correspondent virtue in the mock hero is that same courage
all collected into the face . And as power , when drawn together , must needs
have ...
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In his early youth he met the Revolution $ , face to face , in Nottingham , at a time
when other patriots contented themselves to follow her . It was here he got
acquainted with Old Battlearray of whom he hath made so honorable mention in
one ...
In his early youth he met the Revolution $ , face to face , in Nottingham , at a time
when other patriots contented themselves to follow her . It was here he got
acquainted with Old Battlearray of whom he hath made so honorable mention in
one ...
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Nor heeds the brown dishonors of his face . And now the victor stretch ' d his
eager hand W here the tall Nothing stood , or seem ' d to stand ; A shapeless
shade , it melted from his sight , 111 Like forms in clouds , or visions of the night .
Nor heeds the brown dishonors of his face . And now the victor stretch ' d his
eager hand W here the tall Nothing stood , or seem ' d to stand ; A shapeless
shade , it melted from his sight , 111 Like forms in clouds , or visions of the night .
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Of this man was made the following epigram : " You ask why Roome diverts you
with bis jokes , Yet if he writes as dull as other folks « You wonder at it - Tbis , Sir ,
is the case , " The jest is lost , unless he prints his face . VARIATIONS . . 149 .
Of this man was made the following epigram : " You ask why Roome diverts you
with bis jokes , Yet if he writes as dull as other folks « You wonder at it - Tbis , Sir ,
is the case , " The jest is lost , unless he prints his face . VARIATIONS . . 149 .
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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.
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