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... keep ; We cannot blame indeed - but we may sleep . In Wit , as Nature , what affects our hearts Is not th ' exactness of peculiar parts ; ' Tis not a lip , or eye , we beauty call , But the joint force and full result of all . 225 230 ...
... keep ; We cannot blame indeed - but we may sleep . In Wit , as Nature , what affects our hearts Is not th ' exactness of peculiar parts ; ' Tis not a lip , or eye , we beauty call , But the joint force and full result of all . 225 230 ...
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... keep , And lash'd so long , like tops , are lash'd asleep . False steps but help them to renew the race , As , after stumbling , Jades will mend their pace . What crowds of these , impenitently bold , In sounds and jingling syllables ...
... keep , And lash'd so long , like tops , are lash'd asleep . False steps but help them to renew the race , As , after stumbling , Jades will mend their pace . What crowds of these , impenitently bold , In sounds and jingling syllables ...
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... keep good - humor still whate'er we lose ? ( And trust me , dear ! good - humour can prevail , When airs , and flights , and screams , and scolding fail . Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll ; Charms strike the sight , but merit ...
... keep good - humor still whate'er we lose ? ( And trust me , dear ! good - humour can prevail , When airs , and flights , and screams , and scolding fail . Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll ; Charms strike the sight , but merit ...
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... keep , And , close confin'd to their own palace , sleep . From these perhaps ( ere nature bade her die ) Fate snatch'd her early to the pitying sky . As into air the purer spirits flow , And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below ; So ...
... keep , And , close confin'd to their own palace , sleep . From these perhaps ( ere nature bade her die ) Fate snatch'd her early to the pitying sky . As into air the purer spirits flow , And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below ; So ...
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... keep , And pitying saints , whose statues learn to weep ! Tho ' cold like you , unmov'd and silent grown , I have not yet forgot myself to stone . All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ...
... keep , And pitying saints , whose statues learn to weep ! Tho ' cold like you , unmov'd and silent grown , I have not yet forgot myself to stone . All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ...
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Page 74 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 13 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 35 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes: At every word a reputation dies.
Page 155 - 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...
Page 66 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and -the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die...
Page 30 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride 15 Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 118 - I give and I devise" (old Euclio said, And sigh'd) "my lands and tenements to Ned." Your money, Sir? "My money, Sir! what, all? Why,— if I must— (then wept) I give it Paul.
Page 1 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Page 43 - Ease, pleasure, virtue, all our sex resign. Methinks already I your tears survey, Already hear the horrid things they say, Already see you a degraded toast, And all your honour in a whisper lost ! no How shall I then your helpless fame defend? 'Twill then be infamy to seem your friend ! And shall this prize, th...
Page 116 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling Passion was the Lust of Praise; Born with whate'er could win it from the Wise, Women and Fools must like him or he dies; Tho' wond'ring Senates hung on all he spoke, The Club must hail him master of the joke.