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... 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 one that bears ...
... 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 one that bears ...
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... thoughts as prompt the brave to lie Stretched out in honour's nobler bed , Beneath a nobler roof - the sky . hazarded an allusion to a scandal , that the Arch- bishop of Canterbury had " pocketed " the will of George I. - Carruthers ...
... thoughts as prompt the brave to lie Stretched out in honour's nobler bed , Beneath a nobler roof - the sky . hazarded an allusion to a scandal , that the Arch- bishop of Canterbury had " pocketed " the will of George I. - Carruthers ...
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... Thought wondrous honest , though of mean degree , And strangely liked for her simplicity : In a translated suit , then tries the town , With borrowed pins , and patches not her own : But just endured the winter she began , And in four ...
... Thought wondrous honest , though of mean degree , And strangely liked for her simplicity : In a translated suit , then tries the town , With borrowed pins , and patches not her own : But just endured the winter she began , And in four ...
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... , And , the next pull , my septleva I lose . SMILINDA . But ah ! what aggravates the killing smart , The cruel thought , that stabs me to the heart ; This cursed Ombrelia , this undoing fair , By whose 34 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... , And , the next pull , my septleva I lose . SMILINDA . But ah ! what aggravates the killing smart , The cruel thought , that stabs me to the heart ; This cursed Ombrelia , this undoing fair , By whose 34 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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... thought , Forth popped the sprite so thin ; And from the key - hole bolted out , All upright as a pin . With whiskers , band , and pantaloon , And ruff composed most duly ; This ' squire he dropped his pen full soon , While as the light ...
... thought , Forth popped the sprite so thin ; And from the key - hole bolted out , All upright as a pin . With whiskers , band , and pantaloon , And ruff composed most duly ; This ' squire he dropped his pen full soon , While as the light ...
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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.