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... Pulteney and he are settled , and where he shows tricks gratis , to all the beasts of his own country ( for strangers do not yet under- stand the voice of the beast ) . I have heard from him but once , Lord War- wick twice , Mrs. Lapell ...
... Pulteney and he are settled , and where he shows tricks gratis , to all the beasts of his own country ( for strangers do not yet under- stand the voice of the beast ) . I have heard from him but once , Lord War- wick twice , Mrs. Lapell ...
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... Pulteney hangs his head , to see himself so much outdone in the career of glory . I hope he will get a good deal of money by printing his play ; but I really believe he would get more by showing his person : and I can assure you , this ...
... Pulteney hangs his head , to see himself so much outdone in the career of glory . I hope he will get a good deal of money by printing his play ; but I really believe he would get more by showing his person : and I can assure you , this ...
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... Pulteney and Lord Chesterfield signalized the event by a ballad in honour of both bride and bridegroom : - " For Venus had never seen bedded So perfect a beau and a belle , As when Hervey the handsome was wedded To the beautiful Molly ...
... Pulteney and Lord Chesterfield signalized the event by a ballad in honour of both bride and bridegroom : - " For Venus had never seen bedded So perfect a beau and a belle , As when Hervey the handsome was wedded To the beautiful Molly ...
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... Pulteney . Lord Hervey had written several defences of Walpole , in answer to attacks in the Craftsman ; and to one of these Pulteney published A Proper Reply to a Late Scurrilous Libel . The reply was grossly personal ; Hervey ...
... Pulteney . Lord Hervey had written several defences of Walpole , in answer to attacks in the Craftsman ; and to one of these Pulteney published A Proper Reply to a Late Scurrilous Libel . The reply was grossly personal ; Hervey ...
Page 130
... Pulteney ) was raised to the Peerage in 1741 , as Lord Ilchester . Pope again alludes to Henry Fox in the Epilogue to the Satires . Dial . I. , verse 71 . 6 [ Harley , Earl of Oxford , used to term Prior his verse - man , and Erasmus ...
... Pulteney ) was raised to the Peerage in 1741 , as Lord Ilchester . Pope again alludes to Henry Fox in the Epilogue to the Satires . Dial . I. , verse 71 . 6 [ Harley , Earl of Oxford , used to term Prior his verse - man , and Erasmus ...
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Page 76 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 112 - 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 117 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
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Page 67 - Young man, there is America, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.
Page 87 - His gardens next your admiration call, On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Page 59 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost...
Page 91 - Flood contain, The Mole projected break the roaring Main; Back to his bounds their subject Sea command, And roll obedient Rivers thro' the Land: These Honours, Peace to happy Britain brings, These are Imperial Works, and worthy Kings.
Page 132 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Page 112 - 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...