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Note on Verse 184. 1. 3. for emprunt , em pruntent . 29. Note on Verse 381. l . 10.
for Imitation r . Imitator , 62. Note on Verse 43. 1. 2. for dixerit r . edixerit . 82. 1. 11.
for cherarga r . chirarga . 101. Note l . ante penult . for narrower r . nárrow .
Note on Verse 184. 1. 3. for emprunt , em pruntent . 29. Note on Verse 381. l . 10.
for Imitation r . Imitator , 62. Note on Verse 43. 1. 2. for dixerit r . edixerit . 82. 1. 11.
for cherarga r . chirarga . 101. Note l . ante penult . for narrower r . nárrow .
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My head and heart thus flowing thro ' my quill , - Verse - man or Prose - man ,
term me which you will , Papist or Protestant , or both between , 65 Like good
Erasmus in an honest Mean , In moderation placing all my glory , While Tories
call me ...
My head and heart thus flowing thro ' my quill , - Verse - man or Prose - man ,
term me which you will , Papist or Protestant , or both between , 65 Like good
Erasmus in an honest Mean , In moderation placing all my glory , While Tories
call me ...
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Spenfer himfelf affects the · Obfolete , And Sydney's verse halts ill on * Roman
feet : Milton's strong pinion now not Heav'n can bound , Now Serpent - like , in
prose he sweeps the ground , In Quibbles , Angel and Archangel join , And God
the ...
Spenfer himfelf affects the · Obfolete , And Sydney's verse halts ill on * Roman
feet : Milton's strong pinion now not Heav'n can bound , Now Serpent - like , in
prose he sweeps the ground , In Quibbles , Angel and Archangel join , And God
the ...
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Verse chears their leisure , Verse afists their work , 235 Verse prays for peace , or
sings down · Pope and Turk . The Glenc'd Preacher yields to potent strain , And
feels that grace his pray'r befought in vain ; The blessing thrills thro ' all the ...
Verse chears their leisure , Verse afists their work , 235 Verse prays for peace , or
sings down · Pope and Turk . The Glenc'd Preacher yields to potent strain , And
feels that grace his pray'r befought in vain ; The blessing thrills thro ' all the ...
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Not with such majefty , such bold relief , 390 The Forms auguft , of King , or conqu
'ring Chief , E'er swell'd on marble ; as in verse have thin'd ( In polith'd verse ) the
Manners and the Mind . Oh ! could I mount on the Mæonian wing , Your Arms ...
Not with such majefty , such bold relief , 390 The Forms auguft , of King , or conqu
'ring Chief , E'er swell'd on marble ; as in verse have thin'd ( In polith'd verse ) the
Manners and the Mind . Oh ! could I mount on the Mæonian wing , Your Arms ...
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admire atque Author bear beauty becauſe beſt better cauſe Character Court divine eſt ev'n ev'ry eyes Fame father fear firſt fool force Genius give Gold grace grave half head hear heart himſelf honour Horace hurt imitation juſt keep King land laſt laugh Laws learned leſs live look Lord mean mind moral moſt Muſe muſt Nature never noble Notes once Original painted pleaſe Poet poor praiſe quae quid quod rich ridicule round rules ſame Satire ſay ſee ſenſe ſhall ſhould ſome ſtate ſtill ſuch tell theſe thing thoſe thought thro tibi town true truth turn uſe verſe Vice Virtue whole whoſe Wife write
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Seite 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 17 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 51 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Seite 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Seite 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Seite 234 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Seite 6 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Seite 30 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Seite 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Seite 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.