The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 40 |
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Woman and fool are too hard things to hit ; For true no - meaning puzzles more
than wit . ... from her birth Finds all her life one warfare upon earth ; Shines in
exposing knaves and painting fools , Yet in whate ' er she hates and ridicules .
Woman and fool are too hard things to hit ; For true no - meaning puzzles more
than wit . ... from her birth Finds all her life one warfare upon earth ; Shines in
exposing knaves and painting fools , Yet in whate ' er she hates and ridicules .
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There liv ' d in primo Georgië ( they record ) A worthy member , no small fool , a
lord ; 185 Who , though the House was up , delighted sate , Heard , noted ,
answer ' d , as in full debate ; i In all , but this , a inan of 206 IMITATIONS OF
HORACE .
There liv ' d in primo Georgië ( they record ) A worthy member , no small fool , a
lord ; 185 Who , though the House was up , delighted sate , Heard , noted ,
answer ' d , as in full debate ; i In all , but this , a inan of 206 IMITATIONS OF
HORACE .
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I chaf ' d him ; but as itch Scratch ' d into smart , and as blunt iron ground Into an
edge hurts worse ; so I ( fool ! ) found Crossing hurt me . To fit my sullenness He
to another key his style doth dress , And asks , what news ? I tell him of new plays
...
I chaf ' d him ; but as itch Scratch ' d into smart , and as blunt iron ground Into an
edge hurts worse ; so I ( fool ! ) found Crossing hurt me . To fit my sullenness He
to another key his style doth dress , And asks , what news ? I tell him of new plays
...
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... bound trees , that just have got , Sufficient sap at once to bear and rot . Now he
begs verse , and what he gets commends , Not of the wits his foes , but fools his
friends . So some coarse country - wench , almost decay ' MISCELLANIES .
... bound trees , that just have got , Sufficient sap at once to bear and rot . Now he
begs verse , and what he gets commends , Not of the wits his foes , but fools his
friends . So some coarse country - wench , almost decay ' MISCELLANIES .
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Blockheads with reason wicked wits abhor , 175 But fool with fool is barb ' rous
civil war . Embrace , embrace , my sons ! be foes no more ! Nor glad vile poets
with true critics ' gore . REMARKS . called Sawney , very abusive of Dr . Swift , Mr
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Blockheads with reason wicked wits abhor , 175 But fool with fool is barb ' rous
civil war . Embrace , embrace , my sons ! be foes no more ! Nor glad vile poets
with true critics ' gore . REMARKS . called Sawney , very abusive of Dr . Swift , Mr
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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?
Страница 38 - 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 127 - 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 131 - 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 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,.