The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 40 |
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96 Wise Wretch ! with pleasures too refin ' d to please ; With too much spirit to be
e ' er at ease ; With too much quickness ever to be taught ; With too much thinking
to have common thought ; You purchase pain with all that joy can give , And ...
96 Wise Wretch ! with pleasures too refin ' d to please ; With too much spirit to be
e ' er at ease ; With too much quickness ever to be taught ; With too much thinking
to have common thought ; You purchase pain with all that joy can give , And ...
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Horace has , even in his Art • of Poetry , thrown out several things which plainly •
shew he thought an Art of Poetry was of no use , ' eren while he was writing one .
' To all which great authorities we can only oppose that of MR . ADDISON .
Horace has , even in his Art • of Poetry , thrown out several things which plainly •
shew he thought an Art of Poetry was of no use , ' eren while he was writing one .
' To all which great authorities we can only oppose that of MR . ADDISON .
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A putid conceit ! as if Homer and Virgil , like modern undertakers , who first build
their house , and then seek out for a tenant , had contrived the story of a War and
a Wandering before they once thought either of Achilles or Æneas . We shall ...
A putid conceit ! as if Homer and Virgil , like modern undertakers , who first build
their house , and then seek out for a tenant , had contrived the story of a War and
a Wandering before they once thought either of Achilles or Æneas . We shall ...
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She ey ' d the bard , where supperless he sate , And pin ' d , unconscious of his
rising fate ; Studious he sate with all his books around , Sinking from thought to
thought ; & C . . . . . Dulness with transport eyes the lively Dunce , Remembring
she ...
She ey ' d the bard , where supperless he sate , And pin ' d , unconscious of his
rising fate ; Studious he sate with all his books around , Sinking from thought to
thought ; & C . . . . . Dulness with transport eyes the lively Dunce , Remembring
she ...
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an ill run at play Blank ' d his bold visage , and a thin third day : Swearing and
supperless the hero sate , 115 Blasphem ' d his gods , the dice , and damn ' d his
fate ; Tben gnaw ' d his pen , then dasht it on the ground , Sinking from thought to
...
an ill run at play Blank ' d his bold visage , and a thin third day : Swearing and
supperless the hero sate , 115 Blasphem ' d his gods , the dice , and damn ' d his
fate ; Tben gnaw ' d his pen , then dasht it on the ground , Sinking from thought to
...
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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,.