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... King safe landing ; ' And make all honest ladies friends To armies that are standing ; Preserve the limits of these nations , And take off ladies ' limitations . With a fa , la , la . 1 Leicester House , the residence of the Prince of ...
... King safe landing ; ' And make all honest ladies friends To armies that are standing ; Preserve the limits of these nations , And take off ladies ' limitations . With a fa , la , la . 1 Leicester House , the residence of the Prince of ...
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... V. Gloomy Pluto , king of terrors , Armed in adamantine chains , Lead me to the crystal mirrors , Watering soft Elysian plains . VI . Mournful cypress , verdant willow , Gilding my. 40 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Song by a Person of Quality.
... V. Gloomy Pluto , king of terrors , Armed in adamantine chains , Lead me to the crystal mirrors , Watering soft Elysian plains . VI . Mournful cypress , verdant willow , Gilding my. 40 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Song by a Person of Quality.
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... King ! TRANSLATION OF A PRAYER OF BRUTUS.1 ODDESS of woods , tremendous in the chase , To mountain wolves and all the savage race , Wide o'er the aërial vault extend thy sway , October , 1891 , where it is said that Pope was re- quested ...
... King ! TRANSLATION OF A PRAYER OF BRUTUS.1 ODDESS of woods , tremendous in the chase , To mountain wolves and all the savage race , Wide o'er the aërial vault extend thy sway , October , 1891 , where it is said that Pope was re- quested ...
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... king - cup if thy limbs are spread , Or in the golden cowslip's velvet head : O show me , Flora , midst those sweets the flower Where sleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bower . " But ah ! I fear thy little fancy roves On little females ...
... king - cup if thy limbs are spread , Or in the golden cowslip's velvet head : O show me , Flora , midst those sweets the flower Where sleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bower . " But ah ! I fear thy little fancy roves On little females ...
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... King , Queen , and nation , staring with amaze , Full in my view how all my husband came , And what extinguished theirs , increased my flame . Those spectacles , ordained thine eyes to save , Were once my present ; Love that armour gave ...
... King , Queen , and nation , staring with amaze , Full in my view how all my husband came , And what extinguished theirs , increased my flame . Those spectacles , ordained thine eyes to save , Were once my present ; Love that armour gave ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abused Addison Æneid Alluding Ambrose Philips ancient bard Bavius behold Bishop Book Booksellers called CARDELIA character Cibber Codrus Concanen Court cried Curl declared Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness Dunce Dunciad Earl edition Epic EPIGRAM Epistle Essay on Criticism eyes fame famous fate fool genius gentle gentleman Gildon give Goddess grace hath head hear Hero Homer honour Horace Houyhnhnm Iliad Imitations John JOHN DENNIS John Dunton King labour Lady Laureate learned LEONARD WELSTED Letter LEWIS THEOBALD living Lord MIST'S JOURNAL Moral Muse Nature never o'er occasion Opera Ovid paper persons play poem Poet poetical Poetry Pope Pope's praise printed published Queen reader rhymes saith satire says Scriblerus Shakespear sleep SMILINDA sons soul sure thee Theobald thine things thou Throne translated verse Virg Virgil virtue Welsted whole words writ write youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 280 - Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Página 248 - To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence,' As Fancy opens the quick springs of Sense, We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death...
Página 243 - Hibernian shore. 70 And now had Fame's posterior trumpet blown, And all the nations summon'd to the throne : The young, the old, who feel her inward sway, One instinct seizes, and transports away. None need a guide, by sure attraction led, And strong impulsive gravity of head : None want a place, for all their centre found, Hung to the goddess, and cohered around.
Página 242 - But soon, ah soon, rebellion will commence, If music meanly borrows aid from sense : Strong in new arms, lo ! giant Handel stands, Like bold Briareus, with a hundred hands ; To stir, to rouse, to shake the soul he comes, And Jove's own thunders follow Mars's drums, Arrest him, empress ; or you sleep no more...
Página 16 - And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Página 227 - Immortal Rich! how calm he sits at ease 'Mid snows of paper, and fierce hail of pease; And proud his Mistress' orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Página 190 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The King of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Página 255 - We only furnish what he cannot use, Or wed to what he must divorce, a muse: Full in the midst of Euclid dip at once, And petrify a genius to a dunce: Or set on metaphysic ground to prance, Show all his paces, not a step advance.
Página 172 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Página 48 - tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes.