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... rhymes ; Where'er you find " the cooling western breeze , " In the next line , it " whispers through the trees " : If crystal streams " with pleasing murmurs creep " : The reader's threaten'd ( not in vain ) with " sleep " : Then , at ...
... rhymes ; Where'er you find " the cooling western breeze , " In the next line , it " whispers through the trees " : If crystal streams " with pleasing murmurs creep " : The reader's threaten'd ( not in vain ) with " sleep " : Then , at ...
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... rhymes , And ' tis but just to let them live betimes . No longer now that golden age appears , When Patriarch - wits surviv'd a thousand years : Now length of Fame ( our second life ) is lost , And bare threescore is all ev'n that can ...
... rhymes , And ' tis but just to let them live betimes . No longer now that golden age appears , When Patriarch - wits surviv'd a thousand years : Now length of Fame ( our second life ) is lost , And bare threescore is all ev'n that can ...
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... rhyme with all the rage of Impotence ! 600 605 Such shameless Bards we have ; and yet ' tis true , 610 615 There are as mad , abandon'd Critics too . The bookful blockhead , ignorantly read , With loads of learned lumber in his head ...
... rhyme with all the rage of Impotence ! 600 605 Such shameless Bards we have ; and yet ' tis true , 610 615 There are as mad , abandon'd Critics too . The bookful blockhead , ignorantly read , With loads of learned lumber in his head ...
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... rhyme , Happy ! to catch me , just at Dinner - time . Is there a Parson , much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin Poetess , a rhyming Peer , A Clerk , foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a Stanza , when he should engross ? Is ...
... rhyme , Happy ! to catch me , just at Dinner - time . Is there a Parson , much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin Poetess , a rhyming Peer , A Clerk , foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a Stanza , when he should engross ? Is ...
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... Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints before Term ends , Oblig'd by hunger , and request of friends : " The piece , you think , is incorrect ? why take it , I'm all submission ; what you'd have it , make it . " Three things another's modest ...
... Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints before Term ends , Oblig'd by hunger , and request of friends : " The piece , you think , is incorrect ? why take it , I'm all submission ; what you'd have it , make it . " Three things another's modest ...
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ALEXANDER POPE Balaam beauty blessing blest charms Colley Cibber Court Critics Dæmons divine Dryden Duke Dunciad e'er Earl of Burlington ease eighteenth century Epistle Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flow'rs Folly fool gen'ral gen'rous genius give glory Gnome grace happy heart Heav'n honour Horace King knave laws learn'd live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Fanny Lord Hervey lov'd mankind mind Moral Essays Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once painted Passion pleas'd pleasure poem Poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud Queen rage Reason rhyme rich rise rules Sappho Satire Scriblerus Club Self-love sense shine soul spirit Sylphs taste tears Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tremble Truth verse Vice Virtue Walpole Warburton Whig whole Wife wise write
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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.