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... Lord complains , & c . ) . Epigram ( Yes ! ' tis the time , & c . ) Answer to a Question of Mrs. Howe On a Certain Lady at Court Lines to Lord Bathurst . Impromptu to Lady Winchilsea 12 13 13 13 14 14 15 15 16 17 Occasioned by some ...
... Lord complains , & c . ) . Epigram ( Yes ! ' tis the time , & c . ) Answer to a Question of Mrs. Howe On a Certain Lady at Court Lines to Lord Bathurst . Impromptu to Lady Winchilsea 12 13 13 13 14 14 15 15 16 17 Occasioned by some ...
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... . 2 Chartres . See Moral Essays , iii . 20 . Spence applied this epitaph to Coningsby , writing it : " Here lies Lord Coningsby . Be civil ; " & c . 3 Written in 1709 . TO A LADY WITH " THE TEMPLE OF FAME . 8 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... . 2 Chartres . See Moral Essays , iii . 20 . Spence applied this epitaph to Coningsby , writing it : " Here lies Lord Coningsby . Be civil ; " & c . 3 Written in 1709 . TO A LADY WITH " THE TEMPLE OF FAME . 8 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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... Lord ' complains that Pope , stark mad with gardens , M Has cut three trees , the value of three farthings . " But ... lord's acquaintance ? 1 See Epilogue to Satires , ii . 240 . 2 Lord Radnor . - Warton . EPIGRAM.1 ES ! ' tis the time ...
... Lord ' complains that Pope , stark mad with gardens , M Has cut three trees , the value of three farthings . " But ... lord's acquaintance ? 1 See Epilogue to Satires , ii . 240 . 2 Lord Radnor . - Warton . EPIGRAM.1 ES ! ' tis the time ...
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... Lord Pembroke , and afterwards John Mordaunt , brother to the Earl of Peterborough . " A prude would never have had any charms for Mr. Pope , to whom Mrs. Howe said one day , ' You men call us strange names ; some of them I don't ...
... Lord Pembroke , and afterwards John Mordaunt , brother to the Earl of Peterborough . " A prude would never have had any charms for Mr. Pope , to whom Mrs. Howe said one day , ' You men call us strange names ; some of them I don't ...
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... Meadows and Mary Lepell were also Maids of Honour to Princess Caroline . See " The Chal- lenge , " vv . 6 , 25 . 2 Mrs. Howard , afterwards Countess of Suffolk . LINES TO LORD BATHURST.1 WOOD ! " quoth Lewis , 16 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... Meadows and Mary Lepell were also Maids of Honour to Princess Caroline . See " The Chal- lenge , " vv . 6 , 25 . 2 Mrs. Howard , afterwards Countess of Suffolk . LINES TO LORD BATHURST.1 WOOD ! " quoth Lewis , 16 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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Seite 280 - Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Seite 248 - To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence,' As Fancy opens the quick springs of Sense, We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death...
Seite 243 - Hibernian shore. 70 And now had Fame's posterior trumpet blown, And all the nations summon'd to the throne : The young, the old, who feel her inward sway, One instinct seizes, and transports away. None need a guide, by sure attraction led, And strong impulsive gravity of head : None want a place, for all their centre found, Hung to the goddess, and cohered around.
Seite 242 - But soon, ah soon, rebellion will commence, If music meanly borrows aid from sense : Strong in new arms, lo ! giant Handel stands, Like bold Briareus, with a hundred hands ; To stir, to rouse, to shake the soul he comes, And Jove's own thunders follow Mars's drums, Arrest him, empress ; or you sleep no more...
Seite 16 - And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Seite 227 - Immortal Rich! how calm he sits at ease 'Mid snows of paper, and fierce hail of pease; And proud his Mistress' orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Seite 190 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The King of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Seite 255 - We only furnish what he cannot use, Or wed to what he must divorce, a muse: Full in the midst of Euclid dip at once, And petrify a genius to a dunce: Or set on metaphysic ground to prance, Show all his paces, not a step advance.
Seite 172 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Seite 48 - tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes.