The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 40 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 1 - 5 от 6.
Страница 200
... too much might do my honor wrong . ' « Take him with all his virtues , on my
word ; His whole ambition was to serve a lord . • But , şir , to you with what would I
not part ? 15 Though faith , I fear ' will break his mother ' s heart . " Once ( and but
...
... too much might do my honor wrong . ' « Take him with all his virtues , on my
word ; His whole ambition was to serve a lord . • But , şir , to you with what would I
not part ? 15 Though faith , I fear ' will break his mother ' s heart . " Once ( and but
...
Страница 232
... no form ' d design of serving God ; So was I punish ' d , as if full as proud , As
prone to ill , and negligent of good , As deep in debt , without a thought to pay , As
vain , as idle , and as false , as they Who live at court , for going once that way !
... no form ' d design of serving God ; So was I punish ' d , as if full as proud , As
prone to ill , and negligent of good , As deep in debt , without a thought to pay , As
vain , as idle , and as false , as they Who live at court , for going once that way !
Страница 288
... 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 .
Страница 88
Some dæmon stole my pen ( forgive th ' offence ) And once betray ' d me into
common sense : Else all my prose and verse were much the same ; This prose
on stilts , that , poetry fall ' n lame . 190 VARIATIONS . Did on the stage my fops ...
Some dæmon stole my pen ( forgive th ' offence ) And once betray ' d me into
common sense : Else all my prose and verse were much the same ; This prose
on stilts , that , poetry fall ' n lame . 190 VARIATIONS . Did on the stage my fops ...
Страница 107
No rag , no scrap , of all the beau , or wit , That once so flutter ' d , and that once
so writ . 120 Heav ' n rings with laughter : of the laughter vain , Dulness , good
Queen , repeats the jest again . Three wicked imps , of her own Grub - street choir
...
No rag , no scrap , of all the beau , or wit , That once so flutter ' d , and that once
so writ . 120 Heav ' n rings with laughter : of the laughter vain , Dulness , good
Queen , repeats the jest again . Three wicked imps , of her own Grub - street choir
...
Какво казват хората - Напишете рецензия
Не намерихме рецензии на обичайните места.
Други издания - Преглед на всички
Често срещани думи и фрази
appear arms Author bear beauty cause character charms court critics divine dull Dunciad edition EPIGRAM Essay ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fate fire follow fool gave give gods grace half hand happy head hear heart Heav'n hero Homer honor IMITATIONS keep kind kings land laws learned leave less Letter light live Lord lost manner mind moral Muse Nature never night o'er once person play Poem poet poor Pope praise pride printed proud race rage REMARKS rest rich rise round rules satire sense shade shine soft sons soul stands sure tell thee thing thou thought Town true truth turns verse virtue whole wife write youth
Популярни откъси
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,.