The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 401807 |
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... lost : Tir'd , not determin'd , to the last we yield , 45 And what comes then is master of the field . As the last image of that troubled heap , When sense subsides , and fancy sports in sleep , ( Though past the recollection of the ...
... lost : Tir'd , not determin'd , to the last we yield , 45 And what comes then is master of the field . As the last image of that troubled heap , When sense subsides , and fancy sports in sleep , ( Though past the recollection of the ...
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... lost ; At last , to follies youth could scarce defend , 235 It grows their age's prudence to pretend ; Asham'd to own they gave delight before , Reduc'd to feign it , when they give no more . As hags hold sabbaths , less for joy than ...
... lost ; At last , to follies youth could scarce defend , 235 It grows their age's prudence to pretend ; Asham'd to own they gave delight before , Reduc'd to feign it , when they give no more . As hags hold sabbaths , less for joy than ...
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... lost , 255 But clear and artless , pouring through the plain Health to the sick , and solace to the swain . Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? ' 260 Whe taught the heav'n - directed ...
... lost , 255 But clear and artless , pouring through the plain Health to the sick , and solace to the swain . Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? ' 260 Whe taught the heav'n - directed ...
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... no promise , serv'd no private end , ' Who gain'd no title , and who lost no friend ; • Ennobled by himself , by all approv'd , And prais'd unenvy'd by the Muse he lov'd . ' HER PROLOGUE . FROM CHAUCER . BEHOLD the woes of ON MEDALS . 57.
... no promise , serv'd no private end , ' Who gain'd no title , and who lost no friend ; • Ennobled by himself , by all approv'd , And prais'd unenvy'd by the Muse he lov'd . ' HER PROLOGUE . FROM CHAUCER . BEHOLD the woes of ON MEDALS . 57.
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... lost Europa search'd the world in vain , And fated in Ecotian fields to found A rising empire on a foreign ground , 250 First rais'd our walls on that ill - omen'd plain , Where earth - born brothers were by brothers slain ? What lofty ...
... lost Europa search'd the world in vain , And fated in Ecotian fields to found A rising empire on a foreign ground , 250 First rais'd our walls on that ill - omen'd plain , Where earth - born brothers were by brothers slain ? What lofty ...
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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,.