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... poet to continue his war with the dunces . ' " Although Pope in the Epistle to Arbuthnot ( v . 378 , note ) denied that he had any con- nection with it , he certainly wrote constantly for it , under the signature " A. " II . EPIGRAM ...
... poet to continue his war with the dunces . ' " Although Pope in the Epistle to Arbuthnot ( v . 378 , note ) denied that he had any con- nection with it , he certainly wrote constantly for it , under the signature " A. " II . EPIGRAM ...
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... poetic names of yore , And cite those Sapphos we admire no more : Fate doomed the fall of every female wit ; But doomed it then , when first Ardelia writ . Of all examples by the world confessed , I knew Ardelia could not quote the best ...
... poetic names of yore , And cite those Sapphos we admire no more : Fate doomed the fall of every female wit ; But doomed it then , when first Ardelia writ . Of all examples by the world confessed , I knew Ardelia could not quote the best ...
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... poet was threatened with a prosecution in the House of Lords for the two poems entitled the Epilogue to the Satires ; on which , with great resentment against his enemies for not being willing to distinguish between " Grave Epistles ...
... poet was threatened with a prosecution in the House of Lords for the two poems entitled the Epilogue to the Satires ; on which , with great resentment against his enemies for not being willing to distinguish between " Grave Epistles ...
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... poetry , That hereto was so civil ; And sell his soul for vanity , To rhyming and the Devil ? A desk he had of curious work , With glittering studs about ; Within the same did Sandys lurk , Though Ovid lay without . Now as he scratched ...
... poetry , That hereto was so civil ; And sell his soul for vanity , To rhyming and the Devil ? A desk he had of curious work , With glittering studs about ; Within the same did Sandys lurk , Though Ovid lay without . Now as he scratched ...
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... poetry , This day Tom's fair account has run ( Without a blot ) to eighty - one . Kind Boyle , before his poet , lays A table , with a cloth of bays ; 2 And Ireland , mother of sweet singers , Presents her harp still to his fingers.3 1 ...
... poetry , This day Tom's fair account has run ( Without a blot ) to eighty - one . Kind Boyle , before his poet , lays A table , with a cloth of bays ; 2 And Ireland , mother of sweet singers , Presents her harp still to his fingers.3 1 ...
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Beliebte Passagen
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.