The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 40 |
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120 Say , for my comfort , languishing in bed , • Just so immortal Maro held his
head : ' And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer dy ' d three
thousand years ago . Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown , Dipp ' d me in
ink , my ...
120 Say , for my comfort , languishing in bed , • Just so immortal Maro held his
head : ' And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer dy ' d three
thousand years ago . Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown , Dipp ' d me in
ink , my ...
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As when a dab - chick waddles through the copse On feet and wings , and flies ,
and wades , and hops So lab ' ring on , with shoulders , hands , and head , Wide
as a windmill all his figure spread , 66 With arms expanded Bernard rows his ...
As when a dab - chick waddles through the copse On feet and wings , and flies ,
and wades , and hops So lab ' ring on , with shoulders , hands , and head , Wide
as a windmill all his figure spread , 66 With arms expanded Bernard rows his ...
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After the other persons are disposed in their proper places of rest , the Goddess
transporis the King to her ' l enple , and there lays him to slumber with his head
on her lap ; 2 position of marvellous virtue , which causes all ihe visions of wild ...
After the other persons are disposed in their proper places of rest , the Goddess
transporis the King to her ' l enple , and there lays him to slumber with his head
on her lap ; 2 position of marvellous virtue , which causes all ihe visions of wild ...
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40 There sunk Thalia , nerveless , cold , and dead , " Had not ' her sister Satire
held her head : Nor could ' st thou , Chesterfield ! a tear refuse , Thou wepr ' st ,
and with thee wept each gentle Musé . When , lo ! a harlot forin soft sliding by ; 45
...
40 There sunk Thalia , nerveless , cold , and dead , " Had not ' her sister Satire
held her head : Nor could ' st thou , Chesterfield ! a tear refuse , Thou wepr ' st ,
and with thee wept each gentle Musé . When , lo ! a harlot forin soft sliding by ; 45
...
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Thine is the genuine head of many a house , And much divinity without a Nos Nor
could a Barrow work on ev ' ry block , 245 Nor has one Atterbury spoil ' d the flock
. See ! still thy own , the heavy canon roll , And metaphysic - smokes involve ...
Thine is the genuine head of many a house , And much divinity without a Nos Nor
could a Barrow work on ev ' ry block , 245 Nor has one Atterbury spoil ' d the flock
. See ! still thy own , the heavy canon roll , And metaphysic - smokes involve ...
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Страница 134 - 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 127 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Страница 134 - 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 133 - 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 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,.