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... GAVE TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS . 1 AM his Highness ' dog at Kew ; Pray tell me , sir , whose dog are you ? 2 INSCRIPTION ON A PUNCH - BOWL , IN THE SOUTH - SEA YEAR , FOR A CLUB , CHASED WITH JUPITER PLACING CALLISTO IN THE SKIES , AND ...
... GAVE TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS . 1 AM his Highness ' dog at Kew ; Pray tell me , sir , whose dog are you ? 2 INSCRIPTION ON A PUNCH - BOWL , IN THE SOUTH - SEA YEAR , FOR A CLUB , CHASED WITH JUPITER PLACING CALLISTO IN THE SKIES , AND ...
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... gave all this coin . ' Tis the first coin , I'm bold to say , That ever churchman gave to lay . LINES ON SWIFT'S ANCESTORS.2 ONATHAN SWIFT Had the gift , By fatherige , motherige , And by brotherige , To come from Gotherige , But now is ...
... gave all this coin . ' Tis the first coin , I'm bold to say , That ever churchman gave to lay . LINES ON SWIFT'S ANCESTORS.2 ONATHAN SWIFT Had the gift , By fatherige , motherige , And by brotherige , To come from Gotherige , But now is ...
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... gave her birth , Thought by all heaven a burning shame ; What does she next , but bids , on earth , Her Burlington do just the same . Pallas , you give yourself strange airs ; But sure you'll find it hard to spoil The sense and taste of ...
... gave her birth , Thought by all heaven a burning shame ; What does she next , but bids , on earth , Her Burlington do just the same . Pallas , you give yourself strange airs ; But sure you'll find it hard to spoil The sense and taste of ...
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... gave it you to write again . " But , friend , take heed whom you attack ; You'll bring a House ( I mean of Peers ) , Red , blue , and green , nay white and black , L. and all about your ears.2 sary to premise that the poet was ...
... gave it you to write again . " But , friend , take heed whom you attack ; You'll bring a House ( I mean of Peers ) , Red , blue , and green , nay white and black , L. and all about your ears.2 sary to premise that the poet was ...
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... gave the harmless fellow a good word . Set up with these he ventured on the town , And with a borrowed play , out - did poor Crown.3 Two of the shepherds are well enough known . The third would seem to be Henry Carey , the dramatist ...
... gave the harmless fellow a good word . Set up with these he ventured on the town , And with a borrowed play , out - did poor Crown.3 Two of the shepherds are well enough known . The third would seem to be Henry Carey , the dramatist ...
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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.