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... , Venus , and Hercules . 10 Upon the Duke of Marlborough's House at Woodstock On Beaufort House Gate at Chiswick On a Picture of Queen Caroline . On Certain Ladies 11 11 12 12 150164 PAGE Celia Epigram engraved on the Collar of a Dog.
... , Venus , and Hercules . 10 Upon the Duke of Marlborough's House at Woodstock On Beaufort House Gate at Chiswick On a Picture of Queen Caroline . On Certain Ladies 11 11 12 12 150164 PAGE Celia Epigram engraved on the Collar of a Dog.
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... , who removed it to his garden at Chiswick , where it still stands . ON A PICTURE OF QUEEN CAROLINE , DRAWN BY LADY MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 11 Upon the Duke of Marlborough's House Woodstock On Beaufort House Gate at Chiswick.
... , who removed it to his garden at Chiswick , where it still stands . ON A PICTURE OF QUEEN CAROLINE , DRAWN BY LADY MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 11 Upon the Duke of Marlborough's House Woodstock On Beaufort House Gate at Chiswick.
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Alexander Pope George Ravenscroft Dennis. ON A PICTURE OF QUEEN CAROLINE , DRAWN BY LADY BURLINGTON . EACE , flattering Bishop ! lying Dean !! This portrait only paints the Queen ! ON CERTAIN LADIES . ZHEN other fair ones to the shades ...
Alexander Pope George Ravenscroft Dennis. ON A PICTURE OF QUEEN CAROLINE , DRAWN BY LADY BURLINGTON . EACE , flattering Bishop ! lying Dean !! This portrait only paints the Queen ! ON CERTAIN LADIES . ZHEN other fair ones to the shades ...
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... Queen Descend in all her sober charms ; " And take ( she said , and smiled serene ) , 99 " Take at this hand celestial arms : 1 Mrs. Pulteney was the daughter of John Gumley , a glass manufacturer at Isleworth . To enter into the spirit ...
... Queen Descend in all her sober charms ; " And take ( she said , and smiled serene ) , 99 " Take at this hand celestial arms : 1 Mrs. Pulteney was the daughter of John Gumley , a glass manufacturer at Isleworth . To enter into the spirit ...
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... Queen ! and sober charms ! I tell ye , fool , there's nothing in't : ' Tis Venus , Venus gives these arms ; In Dryden's Virgil see the print . " Come , if you'll be a quiet soul , That dares tell neither truth nor lies , I'll list you ...
... Queen ! and sober charms ! I tell ye , fool , there's nothing in't : ' Tis Venus , Venus gives these arms ; In Dryden's Virgil see the print . " Come , if you'll be a quiet soul , That dares tell neither truth nor lies , I'll list you ...
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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.