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twould a saint provoke , ( Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ) : 21 No , let a charming chintz , and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs , and shade my lifeless face : One would not , sure , be frightful when one's deadAnd ...
twould a saint provoke , ( Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ) : 21 No , let a charming chintz , and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs , and shade my lifeless face : One would not , sure , be frightful when one's deadAnd ...
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t would a saint provoke , ( Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke . ) Narcissa was Mrs. Oldfield , a celebrated actress , who died October 23 , 1730 aged 47. Pope , in his Sober Advice from Horace , says of her , —and these are ...
t would a saint provoke , ( Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke . ) Narcissa was Mrs. Oldfield , a celebrated actress , who died October 23 , 1730 aged 47. Pope , in his Sober Advice from Horace , says of her , —and these are ...
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One makes her poor , the other makes her mad . " 100 105 110 115 120 11 [ The Duchess of Montagu , Lady Mary Churchill , youngest daughter of the Duke of Marlborough , is said to have been the person here satirized by Pope . ] ...
One makes her poor , the other makes her mad . " 100 105 110 115 120 11 [ The Duchess of Montagu , Lady Mary Churchill , youngest daughter of the Duke of Marlborough , is said to have been the person here satirized by Pope . ] ...
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14 To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store , Or wanders , heaven - directed , to the poor . Pictures like these , dear Madam , to design , Ask no firm hand , and no unerring line ; Some wandering touches , some reflected light ...
14 To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store , Or wanders , heaven - directed , to the poor . Pictures like these , dear Madam , to design , Ask no firm hand , and no unerring line ; Some wandering touches , some reflected light ...
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When it was over , I sent a servant of mine to Windsor with him , to equip this poor creature with what he wanted , which cost very little , not being so well dressed as the late Privy Seal [ Lord Hervey ] .
When it was over , I sent a servant of mine to Windsor with him , to equip this poor creature with what he wanted , which cost very little , not being so well dressed as the late Privy Seal [ Lord Hervey ] .
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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.
Page 105 - 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.
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...