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... thee , can compass hardest things , Can pocket states , can fetch or carry kings ; A single leaf shall waft an army o'er , Or ship off senates to some distant shore : A leaf , like Sibyl's , scatter to and fro Our fates and fortunes ...
... thee , can compass hardest things , Can pocket states , can fetch or carry kings ; A single leaf shall waft an army o'er , Or ship off senates to some distant shore : A leaf , like Sibyl's , scatter to and fro Our fates and fortunes ...
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... thee for a virtuous faithful wife . " Lord ! when you have enough , what need you care How merrily soever others fare ? Though all the day I give and take delight , Doubt not sufficient will be left at night . ' Tis but a just and ...
... thee for a virtuous faithful wife . " Lord ! when you have enough , what need you care How merrily soever others fare ? Though all the day I give and take delight , Doubt not sufficient will be left at night . ' Tis but a just and ...
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... thee - take my last embrace- 421 He wept , kind soul ! and stoop'd to kiss my face ; I took him such a box as turn'd him blue , Then sigh'd and cry'd , Adieu , my dear , adieu ! But after many a hearty struggle past I condescended to be ...
... thee - take my last embrace- 421 He wept , kind soul ! and stoop'd to kiss my face ; I took him such a box as turn'd him blue , Then sigh'd and cry'd , Adieu , my dear , adieu ! But after many a hearty struggle past I condescended to be ...
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... thee place ; Though all the skies , ambitious of thy sway , Conspire to court thee from our world away ; Though Phoebus longs to mix his rays with thine , And in thy glories more serenely shine ; 40 Though Jove himself no less content ...
... thee place ; Though all the skies , ambitious of thy sway , Conspire to court thee from our world away ; Though Phoebus longs to mix his rays with thine , And in thy glories more serenely shine ; 40 Though Jove himself no less content ...
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... thee begot an impious brood , And with full lust those horrid joys renew'd ; Then self - condemn'd , to shades of endless night , Forc'd from these orbs the bleeding balls of sight ; Oh hear ! and aid the vengeance I require , 101 If ...
... thee begot an impious brood , And with full lust those horrid joys renew'd ; Then self - condemn'd , to shades of endless night , Forc'd from these orbs the bleeding balls of sight ; Oh hear ! and aid the vengeance I require , 101 If ...
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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,.