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... youth : Him the boar , in silence creeping , Gored with unrelenting tooth . IV . Cynthia , tune harmonious numbers ; Fair Discretion , string the lyre ; Soothe my ever - waking slumbers ; Bright Apollo , lend thy choir . V. Gloomy Pluto ...
... youth : Him the boar , in silence creeping , Gored with unrelenting tooth . IV . Cynthia , tune harmonious numbers ; Fair Discretion , string the lyre ; Soothe my ever - waking slumbers ; Bright Apollo , lend thy choir . V. Gloomy Pluto ...
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... youth Like puppy tame that uses To fetch and carry , in his mouth , The works of all the Muses . Ah ! why did he write poetry , That hereto was so civil ; And sell his soul for vanity , To rhyming and the Devil ? A desk he had of ...
... youth Like puppy tame that uses To fetch and carry , in his mouth , The works of all the Muses . Ah ! why did he write poetry , That hereto was so civil ; And sell his soul for vanity , To rhyming and the Devil ? A desk he had of ...
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... youth , long plea- sure , and a friend : Not with those toys the female world admire , Riches that vex , and vanities that tire . With added years , if life bring nothing new , 1 This poem , first published in 1726 , was also altered to ...
... youth , long plea- sure , and a friend : Not with those toys the female world admire , Riches that vex , and vanities that tire . With added years , if life bring nothing new , 1 This poem , first published in 1726 , was also altered to ...
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... youth ? Who from a page can ever learn the truth ? Versed in Court tricks , that money - loving boy To some lord's daughter sold the living toy ; Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play , As children tear the wings of flies away . From ...
... youth ? Who from a page can ever learn the truth ? Versed in Court tricks , that money - loving boy To some lord's daughter sold the living toy ; Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play , As children tear the wings of flies away . From ...
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... youth , And even a Yahoo learned the force of truth . Art thou the first who did the coast explore ; Did never Yahoo tread that ground before ? Yes , thousands ! But in pity to their kind , Or swayed by envy , or through pride of mind ...
... youth , And even a Yahoo learned the force of truth . Art thou the first who did the coast explore ; Did never Yahoo tread that ground before ? Yes , thousands ! But in pity to their kind , Or swayed by envy , or through pride of mind ...
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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.