The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 40 |
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... Who to the Dean and silver bell can swear , And sees at Canons what was
never there ; 300 Who reads , but with a lust to misapply , Makes satire a
lampoon , and fiction lie ; A lash like mine no honest man shall dread , But all
such babbling ...
... Who to the Dean and silver bell can swear , And sees at Canons what was
never there ; 300 Who reads , but with a lust to misapply , Makes satire a
lampoon , and fiction lie ; A lash like mine no honest man shall dread , But all
such babbling ...
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The Satires of Dr . Donne I versified at the desire of the Earl of Oxford , while he
was Lord Treasurer , and of the Duke of ... Secretary of State ; neither of whom
looked upon a satire on vicious courts as any reflection on those they served in .
The Satires of Dr . Donne I versified at the desire of the Earl of Oxford , while he
was Lord Treasurer , and of the Duke of ... Secretary of State ; neither of whom
looked upon a satire on vicious courts as any reflection on those they served in .
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THE SATIRES OF DR . JOHN DONNE . DEAN OF ST . PAUL ' S , VERSIFIED .
Quid vetat et nosmet Lucili scripta legentes Quaerere , num illius , num rerum
dura ncgarit Versiculos natura magis factos , cteuntes Mollius ? HOR . · SATIRE II
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THE SATIRES OF DR . JOHN DONNE . DEAN OF ST . PAUL ' S , VERSIFIED .
Quid vetat et nosmet Lucili scripta legentes Quaerere , num illius , num rerum
dura ncgarit Versiculos natura magis factos , cteuntes Mollius ? HOR . · SATIRE II
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SATIRE IV . Well , if it be my time to quit the stage , Adieu to all the follics of the
age ! I die in charity with fool and knave , Secure of peace at least beyond the
grave . I ' ve had my purgatory here betimes , And paid for all my satires , all my ...
SATIRE IV . Well , if it be my time to quit the stage , Adieu to all the follics of the
age ! I die in charity with fool and knave , Secure of peace at least beyond the
grave . I ' ve had my purgatory here betimes , And paid for all my satires , all my ...
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Som Satire is no more . I feel it die No Gazetteer more innocent than I And let , a -
God ' s namel ev ' ry foot and knave 85 Be grac ' d through life , and flatter ' d in
his grave . F . Why so ? if Satire knows its time and place , You still may lash the ...
Som Satire is no more . I feel it die No Gazetteer more innocent than I And let , a -
God ' s namel ev ' ry foot and knave 85 Be grac ' d through life , and flatter ' d in
his grave . F . Why so ? if Satire knows its time and place , You still may lash the ...
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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,.