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... eye , and papers in each hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . 5 What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , thro ' my Grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge ...
... eye , and papers in each hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . 5 What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , thro ' my Grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge ...
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... eye - brow , ] The eye - brow is raised in the expreffion of infolent contempt . VER . 98. free - mafons Moor ? ] He was of this fociety , and frequently headed their proceffions . Still Sappho - A . Hold ! for God - 10 PROLOGUE.
... eye - brow , ] The eye - brow is raised in the expreffion of infolent contempt . VER . 98. free - mafons Moor ? ] He was of this fociety , and frequently headed their proceffions . Still Sappho - A . Hold ! for God - 10 PROLOGUE.
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... Eye- Go on , obliging creatures , make me fee All that difgrac'd my Betters , met in me . Say for my comfort , languishing in bed , << Juft fo immortal Maro held his head : " VARIATIONS . VER . 111. in the MS . For fong , for filence ...
... Eye- Go on , obliging creatures , make me fee All that difgrac'd my Betters , met in me . Say for my comfort , languishing in bed , << Juft fo immortal Maro held his head : " VARIATIONS . VER . 111. in the MS . For fong , for filence ...
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... eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , afsent with civil leer , And without fneering , teach the reft to fneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Juft hint a fault , and hesitate ...
... eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , afsent with civil leer , And without fneering , teach the reft to fneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Juft hint a fault , and hesitate ...
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... eye : But ftill the Great have kindness in reserve , He help'd to bury whom he help'd to ftarve . 250 May fome choice patron bless each gray goofe quill ! May ev'ry Bavius have his Bufo ftill ! So when a Statesman wants a day's defence ...
... eye : But ftill the Great have kindness in reserve , He help'd to bury whom he help'd to ftarve . 250 May fome choice patron bless each gray goofe quill ! May ev'ry Bavius have his Bufo ftill ! So when a Statesman wants a day's defence ...
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Page 30 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Page 21 - Oh let me live my own, and die so too! (To live and die is all I have to do:) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please: Above a patron, though I condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
Page 51 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Page 234 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Page 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 47 - Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage ; Hard words or hanging, if your judge be Page ; From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate, Px'd by her love, or libell'd by her hate.
Page 17 - 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 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Page 10 - The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus ! round thee break, 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro...
Page 21 - Heavens! was I born for nothing but to write? Has life no joys for me? or (to be grave) Have I no friend to serve, no soul to save? "I found him close with Swift — Indeed? no doubt (Cries prating Balbus) something will come out.