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... give yourself strange airs ; But sure you'll find it hard to spoil The sense and taste of one that bears The name of Saville and of Boyle . ' Alas ! one bad example shown ; How quickly all the sex pursue ! See , madam , see the arts o ...
... give yourself strange airs ; But sure you'll find it hard to spoil The sense and taste of one that bears The name of Saville and of Boyle . ' Alas ! one bad example shown ; How quickly all the sex pursue ! See , madam , see the arts o ...
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... 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 in the harmless roll , Of those that sing of these poor eyes . " VERSES LEFT BY MR . POPE ...
... 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 in the harmless roll , Of those that sing of these poor eyes . " VERSES LEFT BY MR . POPE ...
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... give way to art . II . Mild Arcadians , ever blooming , Nightly nodding o'er your flocks , See my weary days consuming , All beneath yon flowery rocks . III . Thus the Cyprian goddess , weeping , Mourned Adonis , darling youth : Him the ...
... give way to art . II . Mild Arcadians , ever blooming , Nightly nodding o'er your flocks , See my weary days consuming , All beneath yon flowery rocks . III . Thus the Cyprian goddess , weeping , Mourned Adonis , darling youth : Him the ...
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... gives thee for thy loss of Rowe , * Lean Philips , and fat Johnson.5 Why should I stay ? Both parties rage ; My vixen mistress squalls ; The wits in envious feuds engage : And Homer ( damn him ! ) calls . The love of arts lies cold and ...
... gives thee for thy loss of Rowe , * Lean Philips , and fat Johnson.5 Why should I stay ? Both parties rage ; My vixen mistress squalls ; The wits in envious feuds engage : And Homer ( damn him ! ) calls . The love of arts lies cold and ...
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... give o'er This needless labour ; and contend no more To prove a dull succession to be true , Since ' tis enough we find it so in you . 1 Elkanah Settle . In a note on the Dunciad , Bk . i . 181 , Warburton says that this poem was ...
... give o'er This needless labour ; and contend no more To prove a dull succession to be true , Since ' tis enough we find it so in you . 1 Elkanah Settle . In a note on the Dunciad , Bk . i . 181 , Warburton says that this poem was ...
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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.