The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Band 401807 |
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John Bell. IN FOUR EPISTLES , то SEVERAL PERSONS . ' Est brevitate opus , ut currat sententia , neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures : Et sermone opus est , modo tristi , saepe jocoso , Defendente vicem modo rhetoris atque ...
John Bell. IN FOUR EPISTLES , то SEVERAL PERSONS . ' Est brevitate opus , ut currat sententia , neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures : Et sermone opus est , modo tristi , saepe jocoso , Defendente vicem modo rhetoris atque ...
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... persons of rank and fortune [ the authors of Verses to the Imitator of Horace , and of an Epistle to a Doc- tor of ... person , morals , and family , whereof , to those who know me not , a truer information may be requisite . Being di ...
... persons of rank and fortune [ the authors of Verses to the Imitator of Horace , and of an Epistle to a Doc- tor of ... person , morals , and family , whereof , to those who know me not , a truer information may be requisite . Being di ...
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... person and a king ) 70 His very minister who spy'd them first ( Some say his queen ) was forc'd to speak or burst . And is not mine , my friend , a sorer case , When ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face ? A. Good friend ! forbear ; you ...
... person and a king ) 70 His very minister who spy'd them first ( Some say his queen ) was forc'd to speak or burst . And is not mine , my friend , a sorer case , When ev'ry coxcomb perks them in my face ? A. Good friend ! forbear ; you ...
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... person pay their court : I cough like Horace , and , though lean , am short ; Ammon's great son one shoulder had too high , Such Ovid's nose , and , Sir ! you have an eye- Go on , obliging creatures ! make me see All that disgrac'd my ...
... person pay their court : I cough like Horace , and , though lean , am short ; Ammon's great son one shoulder had too high , Such Ovid's nose , and , Sir ! you have an eye- Go on , obliging creatures ! make me see All that disgrac'd my ...
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,.