The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 40 |
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When universal homage Umbra pays , All see ' tis vice , and itch of vulgar praise ;
60 When flatt ' ry glares , all hate it in a queen , While one there is who charms us
with his spleen . But these plain characters we rarely find ; Though strong the ...
When universal homage Umbra pays , All see ' tis vice , and itch of vulgar praise ;
60 When flatt ' ry glares , all hate it in a queen , While one there is who charms us
with his spleen . But these plain characters we rarely find ; Though strong the ...
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Grown all to all , from no one vice exempt , And most contemptible , to shun
contempt ; - - 195 His passion still , to covet gen ' ral praise ; His life , to forfeit it a
thousand ways ; A constant bounty , which no friend has made ; An angel tongue
...
Grown all to all , from no one vice exempt , And most contemptible , to shun
contempt ; - - 195 His passion still , to covet gen ' ral praise ; His life , to forfeit it a
thousand ways ; A constant bounty , which no friend has made ; An angel tongue
...
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View him with scornful , yet with jealous eyes , And hate for arts that caus ' d
himself to rise ; 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 ...
View him with scornful , yet with jealous eyes , And hate for arts that caus ' d
himself to rise ; 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 ...
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Besides , a fate attends on all I write , That when I aim at praise , they say I bite , A
vile encomium doubly ridicules : 410 There ' s nothing blackens like the ink of
fools . If true , a woeful likeness ; and if lies , ! Praise undeserv ' d , is scandal in ...
Besides , a fate attends on all I write , That when I aim at praise , they say I bite , A
vile encomium doubly ridicules : 410 There ' s nothing blackens like the ink of
fools . If true , a woeful likeness ; and if lies , ! Praise undeserv ' d , is scandal in ...
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Some , in their choice of friends ( nay , look not grave ) Have still a secret bias to
a knave : To find an honest man I beat about , And love him , court him , praise
him , in or out . F . Then why so few commended ? 106 P . Not so fierce ; Find you
...
Some , in their choice of friends ( nay , look not grave ) Have still a secret bias to
a knave : To find an honest man I beat about , And love him , court him , praise
him , in or out . F . Then why so few commended ? 106 P . Not so fierce ; Find you
...
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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,.