The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 401807 |
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... half our knowledge we must snatch , not take . Oft in the passion's wild rotation tost , 40 Our spring of action to ourselves is lost : Tir'd , not determin'd , to the last we yield , 45 And what comes then is master of the field . As ...
... half our knowledge we must snatch , not take . Oft in the passion's wild rotation tost , 40 Our spring of action to ourselves is lost : Tir'd , not determin'd , to the last we yield , 45 And what comes then is master of the field . As ...
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... half mankind , 200 Too rash for thought , for action too refin'd ; A tyrant to the wife his heart approves ; A rebel to the very king he loves ; 205 He dies , sad outcast of each church and state , And , harder still , flagitious , yet ...
... half mankind , 200 Too rash for thought , for action too refin'd ; A tyrant to the wife his heart approves ; A rebel to the very king he loves ; 205 He dies , sad outcast of each church and state , And , harder still , flagitious , yet ...
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... half their charms we owe : Fine by defect , and delicately weak , Their happy spots the nice admirer take . ' Twas thus Calypso once each heart alarm'd , Aw'd without virtue , without beauty charm'd ; Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as ...
... half their charms we owe : Fine by defect , and delicately weak , Their happy spots the nice admirer take . ' Twas thus Calypso once each heart alarm'd , Aw'd without virtue , without beauty charm'd ; Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as ...
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... half your parents ' simple pray'r , 286 And gave you beauty , but deny'd the pelf That buys your sex a tyrant o'er itself . The gen'rous god , who wit and gold refines And ripens spirits as he ripens mines , 290 Kept dross for duchesses ...
... half your parents ' simple pray'r , 286 And gave you beauty , but deny'd the pelf That buys your sex a tyrant o'er itself . The gen'rous god , who wit and gold refines And ripens spirits as he ripens mines , 290 Kept dross for duchesses ...
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... half a crown : ' See Britain sunk in Lucre's sordid charms , ' And France reveng'd of Anne's and Edward's • arms ! " ' Twas no court - badge , great Scriv'ner ! fir'd thy brain , Nor lordly luxury , nor city gain : No , ' twas thy ...
... half a crown : ' See Britain sunk in Lucre's sordid charms , ' And France reveng'd of Anne's and Edward's • arms ! " ' Twas no court - badge , great Scriv'ner ! fir'd thy brain , Nor lordly luxury , nor city gain : No , ' twas thy ...
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Сторінка 132 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Сторінка 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Сторінка 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Сторінка 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Сторінка 136 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Сторінка 126 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Сторінка 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Сторінка 125 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Сторінка 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Сторінка 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.