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But he who hurts a harmless neighbour ' s peace , Insults fall ' n worth , or Beauty
in distress , Who loves a Lie , lame slander helps about , Who writes a Libel , or
who copies out : 290 That Fop , whose pride affects a patron ' s name , Yet ...
But he who hurts a harmless neighbour ' s peace , Insults fall ' n worth , or Beauty
in distress , Who loves a Lie , lame slander helps about , Who writes a Libel , or
who copies out : 290 That Fop , whose pride affects a patron ' s name , Yet ...
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... to the Imitator of Horace , 1732 . This Lady ' s beauty , wit , genius , and travels ,
of which she gave an account in a series of elegant and entertaining letters , very
characteristical of Satire or Sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? TO THE SATIRES .
... to the Imitator of Horace , 1732 . This Lady ' s beauty , wit , genius , and travels ,
of which she gave an account in a series of elegant and entertaining letters , very
characteristical of Satire or Sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? TO THE SATIRES .
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P . Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that stinks
and stings ; 310 Whose buz the witty and the fair annoys , Yet wit ne ' er tastes ,
and beauty ne ' er enjoys : So well - bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of ...
P . Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that stinks
and stings ; 310 Whose buz the witty and the fair annoys , Yet wit ne ' er tastes ,
and beauty ne ' er enjoys : So well - bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of ...
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Eve ' s tempter thus the Rabbins have exprest , 330 A Cherub ' s face , a reptile
all the rest , Beauty that shocks you , parts that none will trust , Wit that can creep ,
and pride that licks the dust . Not Fortune ' s worshipper , nor Fashion ' s fool ...
Eve ' s tempter thus the Rabbins have exprest , 330 A Cherub ' s face , a reptile
all the rest , Beauty that shocks you , parts that none will trust , Wit that can creep ,
and pride that licks the dust . Not Fortune ' s worshipper , nor Fashion ' s fool ...
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From him whose quills stand quiver ' d at his ear , ] They who do not take the
delicacy of this satire , may think the figure of standing quiver ' d , extremely hard
and quaint : but it has an ex . quisite beauty , insinuating that the pen of a
Scrivener ...
From him whose quills stand quiver ' d at his ear , ] They who do not take the
delicacy of this satire , may think the figure of standing quiver ' d , extremely hard
and quaint : but it has an ex . quisite beauty , insinuating that the pen of a
Scrivener ...
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Seite 26 - Peace to all such ! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, 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 26 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Seite 388 - Read Homer once, and you can read no more ; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose : but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need.
Seite 321 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deform'd With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Seite 69 - Rolls o'er my grotto, and but sooths my sleep. There, my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : And he, whose lightning pierc'd th...
Seite 31 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease ? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got, while his soul did huddled notions try ; And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
Seite 39 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Seite 47 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Seite 11 - And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Seite 28 - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?