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Page 37
... arms ! " ' Twas no court - badge , great Scriv'ner ! fir'd thy brain , Nor lordly luxury , nor city gain : No , ' twas thy righteous end , asham'd to see Senates degen'rate , patriots disagree , And nobly wishing party - rage to cease ...
... arms ! " ' Twas no court - badge , great Scriv'ner ! fir'd thy brain , Nor lordly luxury , nor city gain : No , ' twas thy righteous end , asham'd to see Senates degen'rate , patriots disagree , And nobly wishing party - rage to cease ...
Page 63
... arm was o'er my side , What ! so familiar with your spouse ? ' ( I ery'd ; ) I levy'd first a tax upon his need ; Then let him - ' twas a nicety indeed ! 165 Let all mankind this certain maxim hold , Marry who THE WIFE OF BATH . 63.
... arm was o'er my side , What ! so familiar with your spouse ? ' ( I ery'd ; ) I levy'd first a tax upon his need ; Then let him - ' twas a nicety indeed ! 165 Let all mankind this certain maxim hold , Marry who THE WIFE OF BATH . 63.
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... tion a few years afterwards , FRATERNAL rage , the guilty Thebes ' alarms , Th ' alternate reign , destroy'd by impious arms , Demand our song ; a sacred fury fires My ravish'd STATIUS HIS THEBAIS . Thebais of Statius, Book I.
... tion a few years afterwards , FRATERNAL rage , the guilty Thebes ' alarms , Th ' alternate reign , destroy'd by impious arms , Demand our song ; a sacred fury fires My ravish'd STATIUS HIS THEBAIS . Thebais of Statius, Book I.
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... arms a second hope contain , Sprung from the rocks , and plung'd into the main . But wave whate'er to Cadmus may belong , And fix , O Muse ! the barrier of thy song At Edipus - from his disasters trace The long confusions of his guilty ...
... arms a second hope contain , Sprung from the rocks , and plung'd into the main . But wave whate'er to Cadmus may belong , And fix , O Muse ! the barrier of thy song At Edipus - from his disasters trace The long confusions of his guilty ...
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... see , Blind as I am , some glorious villainy ! Soon shalt thou find , if thou ' but arm their hands , Their ready guilt preventing thy commands : 121 Couldst thou some great , proportion'd , mischief frame , 78 Book I. THE BAIS OF STATIUS .
... see , Blind as I am , some glorious villainy ! Soon shalt thou find , if thou ' but arm their hands , Their ready guilt preventing thy commands : 121 Couldst thou some great , proportion'd , mischief frame , 78 Book I. THE BAIS OF STATIUS .
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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,.