The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Band 401807 |
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... less invidious ; in which all the great principles of true and false govern- ments and religions should be chiefly delivered in feigned examples . The Fourth , and last Book , was to pursue the sub- ject of the fourth Epistle of the ...
... less invidious ; in which all the great principles of true and false govern- ments and religions should be chiefly delivered in feigned examples . The Fourth , and last Book , was to pursue the sub- ject of the fourth Epistle of the ...
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... less : Maxims are drawn from notions , these from guess . There's some peculiar in each leaf and grain , 15 Some unmark'd fibre , or some varying vein ; Shall only man be taken in the gross ? Grant but as many sorts of mind as moss . 20 ...
... less : Maxims are drawn from notions , these from guess . There's some peculiar in each leaf and grain , 15 Some unmark'd fibre , or some varying vein ; Shall only man be taken in the gross ? Grant but as many sorts of mind as moss . 20 ...
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... less than light ; ) Thus gracious Chandos is belov'd at sight ; And ev'ry child hates Shylock , though his soul 55 Still sits at squat , and peeps not from its hole . At half mankind when gen'rous Manly raves , All know ' tis virtue ...
... less than light ; ) Thus gracious Chandos is belov'd at sight ; And ev'ry child hates Shylock , though his soul 55 Still sits at squat , and peeps not from its hole . At half mankind when gen'rous Manly raves , All know ' tis virtue ...
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... Less wit than mimic , more a wit than wise ; Strange graces still , and stranger flights , she had , Was just not ugly , and was just not mad ; Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate ...
... Less wit than mimic , more a wit than wise ; Strange graces still , and stranger flights , she had , Was just not ugly , and was just not mad ; Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate ...
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... less for joy than spight , So these their merry , miserable night ; Still round and round the ghosts of Beauty glide , And haunt the places where their honor dy'd . See how the world its veterans rewards ! A youth of frolics , and old ...
... less for joy than spight , So these their merry , miserable night ; Still round and round the ghosts of Beauty glide , And haunt the places where their honor dy'd . See how the world its veterans rewards ! A youth of frolics , and old ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Author bard Bavius beauty Behold bless'd Boileau charms Cibber court Criticism dæmon dear Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness Dunciad EPISTLE Eridanus Essay Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flame folly fool Francis Atterbury genius gentle Gildon Goddess grace hath hear heart Heav'n hero Homer honor Horace Iliad IMITATIONS kings knave laws learned Leonard Welsted Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live Lord lov'd Matthew Concanen MIST'S JOURNAL moral Muse ne'er never numbers o'er octavo once Ovid person pleas'd Poem poet poet's poor Pope pow'r praise pride printed proud Queen rage REMARKS rhymes rise sacred saith Sappho satire shade shew shine sing SMIL soft soul Swift tell thee thine things thou thought Town truth Twas verse Virg Virgil virtue Whig wife words wretched writ write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 132 - 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...
Seite 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Seite 132 - 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...
Seite 131 - 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.
Seite 136 - 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.
Seite 126 - 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?
Seite 36 - 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.
Seite 125 - 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.
Seite 129 - 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?
Seite 170 - 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,.