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... Lost " . II . Epigram ( Should D - s print , & c . ) III . Mr. J. M. S - e catechised on his one Epistle to Mr. Pope IV . Epigram on Mr. M - re's going to law with Mr. Gilliver V. Epigram ( A Gold Watch found , & c . ) VI . Epitaph ...
... Lost " . II . Epigram ( Should D - s print , & c . ) III . Mr. J. M. S - e catechised on his one Epistle to Mr. Pope IV . Epigram on Mr. M - re's going to law with Mr. Gilliver V. Epigram ( A Gold Watch found , & c . ) VI . Epitaph ...
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... LOST . ID Milton's prose , O Charles , thy death defend ? A furious foe unconscious proves a friend . On Milton's verse does Bentley comment ? - Know A weak officious friend becomes a foe . While he but sought his Author's fame to ...
... LOST . ID Milton's prose , O Charles , thy death defend ? A furious foe unconscious proves a friend . On Milton's verse does Bentley comment ? - Know A weak officious friend becomes a foe . While he but sought his Author's fame to ...
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... lost , and Hope , our Charity begins ; Aud ' tis a wise design in pitying Heaven , If this can cover multitude of sins , To take the only way to be forgiven . ANSWER TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION OF MRS . HOWE.2 HAT is PRUDERY ? ' Tis a ...
... lost , and Hope , our Charity begins ; Aud ' tis a wise design in pitying Heaven , If this can cover multitude of sins , To take the only way to be forgiven . ANSWER TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION OF MRS . HOWE.2 HAT is PRUDERY ? ' Tis a ...
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... lost in vain . Sheffield approves , consenting Phoebus bends , And I and Malice from this hour are friends . TO THE RIGHT HON . THE EARL OF OXFORD.1 UPON A PIECE OF NEWS IN MIST ( MIST'S JOURNAL ) , THAT THE REV . MR . W. REFUSED TO ...
... lost in vain . Sheffield approves , consenting Phoebus bends , And I and Malice from this hour are friends . TO THE RIGHT HON . THE EARL OF OXFORD.1 UPON A PIECE OF NEWS IN MIST ( MIST'S JOURNAL ) , THAT THE REV . MR . W. REFUSED TO ...
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... lost in P —— y's wife . Not greater arrogance in him we find , And this conjunction swells at least her mind : O could the sire renowned in glass , produce One faithful mirror for his daughter's use ! Wherein she might her haughty ...
... lost in P —— y's wife . Not greater arrogance in him we find , And this conjunction swells at least her mind : O could the sire renowned in glass , produce One faithful mirror for his daughter's use ! Wherein she might her haughty ...
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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.