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... hath its own . 1 Written in Evelyn's Book of Coins , given by Mr. Wood to Kent . Communicated to Notes and Queries , Mar. 13 , 1851 . 2 " Swift put up a plain monument to his grand- father , and also presented a cup to the church of ...
... hath its own . 1 Written in Evelyn's Book of Coins , given by Mr. Wood to Kent . Communicated to Notes and Queries , Mar. 13 , 1851 . 2 " Swift put up a plain monument to his grand- father , and also presented a cup to the church of ...
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... hath kept her vows ? Your eyes , your nose , inconstancy betray ; Your nose you stop ; your eyes you turn away . ' Tis said , that thou shouldst cleave unto thy wife ; Once thou didst cleave , and I could cleave for life . Hear , and ...
... hath kept her vows ? Your eyes , your nose , inconstancy betray ; Your nose you stop ; your eyes you turn away . ' Tis said , that thou shouldst cleave unto thy wife ; Once thou didst cleave , and I could cleave for life . Hear , and ...
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... hath passed upon them have been con- firmed by all Europe . GILDON , Pref . to his New Rehearsal . It is the common cry of the poetasters of the town , and their fautors , that it is an ill- natured thing to expose the pretenders to wit ...
... hath passed upon them have been con- firmed by all Europe . GILDON , Pref . to his New Rehearsal . It is the common cry of the poetasters of the town , and their fautors , that it is an ill- natured thing to expose the pretenders to wit ...
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... hath to Plato , Jamblichus to Pythagoras , and divers to Homer , namely a Dæmon : For thus Mr. Gildon : " Certain it is , that his original is not from Adam , but the Devil ; and that he wanteth nothing but horns and tail to be the ...
... hath to Plato , Jamblichus to Pythagoras , and divers to Homer , namely a Dæmon : For thus Mr. Gildon : " Certain it is , that his original is not from Adam , but the Devil ; and that he wanteth nothing but horns and tail to be the ...
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... hath written to a Minister , that he is one of the most dangerous persons in this kingdom ; 2 and assureth the public that he is an open and mortal enemy to his country ; a monster that will , one day , show as daring a soul as a mad ...
... hath written to a Minister , that he is one of the most dangerous persons in this kingdom ; 2 and assureth the public that he is an open and mortal enemy to his country ; a monster that will , one day , show as daring a soul as a mad ...
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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.