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... Proud as a peeress , prouder as a punk ; Chaste to her husband , frank to all beside , A teeming mistress , but a barren bride . What then ? let blood and body bear the fault , Her head's untouch'd , that noble seat of thought . Such ...
... Proud as a peeress , prouder as a punk ; Chaste to her husband , frank to all beside , A teeming mistress , but a barren bride . What then ? let blood and body bear the fault , Her head's untouch'd , that noble seat of thought . Such ...
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... proud falls magnificently lost , 255 But clear and artless , pouring through the plain Health to the sick , and solace to the swain . Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? ' 260 Whe ...
... proud falls magnificently lost , 255 But clear and artless , pouring through the plain Health to the sick , and solace to the swain . Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? ' 260 Whe ...
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John Bell. Blush , Grandeur , blush ! proud Courts ! withdraw your blaze ; Ye little stars ! hide your diminish'd rays . 281 B. And what ? no monument , inscription , stone ? His race , his form , his name almost unknown ? P. Who builds ...
John Bell. Blush , Grandeur , blush ! proud Courts ! withdraw your blaze ; Ye little stars ! hide your diminish'd rays . 281 B. And what ? no monument , inscription , stone ? His race , his form , his name almost unknown ? P. Who builds ...
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... proud alcove , The bow'r of wanton Shrewsbury and love ; Or just as gay , at council , in a ring Of mimic statesmen , and their merry king . 310 No wit to flatter , left of all his store ! No fool to laugh at , which he valu'd more ...
... proud alcove , The bow'r of wanton Shrewsbury and love ; Or just as gay , at council , in a ring Of mimic statesmen , and their merry king . 310 No wit to flatter , left of all his store ! No fool to laugh at , which he valu'd more ...
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John Bell. 36 40 Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar , Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door ; Conscious they act a true Palladian part , And if they starve , they starve by rules of art . Oft have you hinted to your ...
John Bell. 36 40 Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar , Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door ; Conscious they act a true Palladian part , And if they starve , they starve by rules of art . Oft have you hinted to your ...
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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,.