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Сторінка 14 - FAREWELL, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
Сторінка 234 - Courted and loved by all, with wonder read, And promises of princely favour fed. But what reward for all had he at last, After a life in dull expectance past ? The wretch, at summing up his misspent days, Found nothing left but poverty and praise.
Сторінка 43 - gainst his life. Or were these gems sent to adorn his skin, The cabinet of a richer soul within ? No comet need foretel his change drew on, Whose corpse might seem a constellation.
Сторінка 205 - In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel ; And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
Сторінка 173 - When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended; To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, Is the next way to draw new mischief on...
Сторінка 225 - Third, that he never change his trencher twice. Fourth, that he use all common courtesies; Sit bare at meals, and one half rise and wait. Last, that he never his young master beat, But he must ask his mother to define, How many jerks he would his breech should line.
Сторінка 14 - O early ripe ! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more ? It might (what nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue ; But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Сторінка 225 - While his young master lieth o'er his head. Second, that he do, on no default, Ever presume to sit above the salt. Third, that he never change his trencher twice. Fourth, that he use all common courtesies; Sit bare at meals, and one half rise and wait. Last, that he never his young...
Сторінка 222 - To deal out authors by retail, Like penny pots of Oxford ale ; Oh, 'tis a service irksome more, Than tugging at the slavish oar! Yet such his task, a dismal truth, Who watches o'er the bent of youth, And while a paltry stipend earning, He sows the richest seeds of learning, And tills their minds with proper care, And sees them their due produce bear; No joys, alas ! his toil beguile, His men lies fallow all the while. ' Yet still he's on the road,' you say,
Сторінка 234 - The wretch, at summing up his misspent days, Found nothing left but poverty and praise. Of all his gains by verse he could not save Enough to purchase flannel and a grave. Reduced to want, he in due time fell sick, Was fain to die, and be interred on tick, And well might bless the fever that was sent To rid him hence, and his worse fate prevent.