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... praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; The courtly Talbot , Somers , Sheffield , read , Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head , 140 And St. John's self ( great Dryden's friends before ) PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES . 133.
... praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; The courtly Talbot , Somers , Sheffield , read , Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head , 140 And St. John's self ( great Dryden's friends before ) PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES . 133.
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John Bell. And St. John's self ( great Dryden's friends before ) With open arms receiv'd one poet more . Happy my studies , when by these approv'd ! Happier their Author , when by these belov'd ! From these the world will judge of men ...
John Bell. And St. John's self ( great Dryden's friends before ) With open arms receiv'd one poet more . Happy my studies , when by these approv'd ! Happier their Author , when by these belov'd ! From these the world will judge of men ...
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... Dryden alone ( what wonder ? ) came not nigh , 245 Dryden alone escap'd this judging eye , But still the great have kindness in reserve : He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve . May some choice patron bless each gray - goose quill ...
... Dryden alone ( what wonder ? ) came not nigh , 245 Dryden alone escap'd this judging eye , But still the great have kindness in reserve : He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve . May some choice patron bless each gray - goose quill ...
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... Dryden pimp and fry'r engage , Yet neither Charles , nor James , be in a rage ? And I not strip the gilding off a knave , Unplac'd , unpension'd , no man's heir or slave ? I will , or perish in the gen'rous cause : Hear this , and ...
... Dryden pimp and fry'r engage , Yet neither Charles , nor James , be in a rage ? And I not strip the gilding off a knave , Unplac'd , unpension'd , no man's heir or slave ? I will , or perish in the gen'rous cause : Hear this , and ...
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... Dryden ! —In all Charles's days Roscommon only boasts unspotted bays ; 220 And in our own ( excuse some courtly strains ) 215 No whiter page than Addison remains : He from the taste obscene reclaims our youth , And sets the passions on ...
... Dryden ! —In all Charles's days Roscommon only boasts unspotted bays ; 220 And in our own ( excuse some courtly strains ) 215 No whiter page than Addison remains : He from the taste obscene reclaims our youth , And sets the passions on ...
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Page 132 - 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 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Page 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; 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? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Page 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 136 - 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 126 - 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 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Page 125 - 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 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Page 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.