The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... paffions move in lower spheres , Where'er caprice or folly fteers .. A dog , a parrot , or an ape ,. Or fome worfe brute in human fhape , Ingrofs the fancies of the fair , The few foft moments they can spare ,. From vifits to receive ...
... paffions move in lower spheres , Where'er caprice or folly fteers .. A dog , a parrot , or an ape ,. Or fome worfe brute in human fhape , Ingrofs the fancies of the fair , The few foft moments they can spare ,. From vifits to receive ...
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... paffion be fincere , How fhall his innocence be clear ? Appearances were all so strong , 640 The world muft think him in the wrong : Would fay , he made a treacherous use Of wit , to flatter and feduce : 645 The town would fwear , he ...
... paffion be fincere , How fhall his innocence be clear ? Appearances were all so strong , 640 The world muft think him in the wrong : Would fay , he made a treacherous use Of wit , to flatter and feduce : 645 The town would fwear , he ...
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... he can teach : His converfe is a fyftem fit Alone to fill up all her wit ; While every paffion of her mind In him is center'd and confin'd . 710 Love can with speech inspire a mute , And taught Love 124 SWIFT'S POEM S.
... he can teach : His converfe is a fyftem fit Alone to fill up all her wit ; While every paffion of her mind In him is center'd and confin'd . 710 Love can with speech inspire a mute , And taught Love 124 SWIFT'S POEM S.
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... paffion grew infpir'd ; Through this she made all objects pafs Which gave a tincture o'er the mafs ; As rivers , though they bend and twine , Still to the fea their courfe incline ; Or , as philofophers , who find Some favourite fyftem ...
... paffion grew infpir'd ; Through this she made all objects pafs Which gave a tincture o'er the mafs ; As rivers , though they bend and twine , Still to the fea their courfe incline ; Or , as philofophers , who find Some favourite fyftem ...
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... paffion fhe had fhown , Much to her praife , more to his own . Nature in him had merit plac'd , In her a moft judicious tafte . Love , hitherto a tranfient guest , Ne'er held poffeffion of his breaft ; So long attending at the gate ...
... paffion fhe had fhown , Much to her praife , more to his own . Nature in him had merit plac'd , In her a moft judicious tafte . Love , hitherto a tranfient guest , Ne'er held poffeffion of his breaft ; So long attending at the gate ...
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Страница 95 - the Queen A dangerous treatife J writ againft the fpleen; Which, by the ftyle, the matter, and the drift, 'Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York ! the harmlefs tool of others hate j He fues for pardon ||, and repents too late. Now,