Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1796 - English poetry |
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... smil'd ; if right , I kiss'd the rod . Pains , reading , study , are their just pretence , And all they want is spirit , taste , and sense . Commas and points they set exactly right , And ' twere a sin to rob them of their mite . Yet ne ...
... smil'd ; if right , I kiss'd the rod . Pains , reading , study , are their just pretence , And all they want is spirit , taste , and sense . Commas and points they set exactly right , And ' twere a sin to rob them of their mite . Yet ne ...
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... smil'd . Give me , I cry'd , ( enough for me ) My bread and independency ! So bought an annual rent or two , And liv'd --- just as you see I do ; Near fifty , and without a wife , I trust that sinking fund my life . Can I retrench ? Yes ...
... smil'd . Give me , I cry'd , ( enough for me ) My bread and independency ! So bought an annual rent or two , And liv'd --- just as you see I do ; Near fifty , and without a wife , I trust that sinking fund my life . Can I retrench ? Yes ...
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... smil'd , he knows , and A subtle minister may make of that ; Who sins with whom ; who got his pension rug , Or quicken'd a reversion by a drug ; [ what Whose place is quarter'd out , three parts in four , And whether to a bishop , or a ...
... smil'd , he knows , and A subtle minister may make of that ; Who sins with whom ; who got his pension rug , Or quicken'd a reversion by a drug ; [ what Whose place is quarter'd out , three parts in four , And whether to a bishop , or a ...
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... SMIL . Ah , Madam ! since my Sharper is untrue , I joyless make my once ador'd Alpheu . I saw him stand behind Ombrelia's chair , And whisper with that soft deluding air , [ fair . And those feign'd sighs which cheat the list'ning CARD ...
... SMIL . Ah , Madam ! since my Sharper is untrue , I joyless make my once ador'd Alpheu . I saw him stand behind Ombrelia's chair , And whisper with that soft deluding air , [ fair . And those feign'd sighs which cheat the list'ning CARD ...
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... to his soul , SATIRES OF DR . JOHN DONNE , DEAN OF ST . PAUL'S , VERSIFIED . Satire II . 168 Satire IV . Epilogue to the Satires . Dialogue I. 377 196 ---- Dialogue II . 20 SMIL . But , ah ! what aggravates the killing CONTENTS , 245.
... to his soul , SATIRES OF DR . JOHN DONNE , DEAN OF ST . PAUL'S , VERSIFIED . Satire II . 168 Satire IV . Epilogue to the Satires . Dialogue I. 377 196 ---- Dialogue II . 20 SMIL . But , ah ! what aggravates the killing CONTENTS , 245.
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Page 32 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 213 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 36 - 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. 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.
Page 48 - ... for half a year or more, the common newspapers, in most of which they had some property, as being hired writers, were filled with the most abusive falsehoods and scurrilities they could possibly devise...
Page 32 - 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 197 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Page 39 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Page 35 - Tis all in vain, deny it as I will: 'No, such a genius never can lie still'; And then for mine obligingly mistakes The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo makes.
Page 27 - 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?
Page 33 - 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...