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... youth the vessel drains ? Our fathers prais'd rank venison . You suppose , Perhaps , young men ! our fathers had no nose . Not so : a buck was then a week's repast , And ' twas their point , I ween , to make it last ; More pleas'd to ...
... youth the vessel drains ? Our fathers prais'd rank venison . You suppose , Perhaps , young men ! our fathers had no nose . Not so : a buck was then a week's repast , And ' twas their point , I ween , to make it last ; More pleas'd to ...
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... youth , and follow'd without power , At home though exil'd ; free though in the Tower ; In short , that reasoning , high , immortal thing , Just less than Jove , and much above a king ; Nay , half in heaven - except ( what's mighty odd ) ...
... youth , and follow'd without power , At home though exil'd ; free though in the Tower ; In short , that reasoning , high , immortal thing , Just less than Jove , and much above a king ; Nay , half in heaven - except ( what's mighty odd ) ...
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... youth , And sets the passions on the side of truth , Forms the soft bosom with the gentlest art , And pours each human virtue in the heart . Let Ireland tell how wit upheld her cause , Her trade supported , and supplied her laws ; And ...
... youth , And sets the passions on the side of truth , Forms the soft bosom with the gentlest art , And pours each human virtue in the heart . Let Ireland tell how wit upheld her cause , Her trade supported , and supplied her laws ; And ...
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... youths and nymphs , in consort gay , Shall hail the rising , close the parting day . With me , alas ! those joys are o'er ; For me the vernal garlands bloom no more . Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire , The still believing , still renew ...
... youths and nymphs , in consort gay , Shall hail the rising , close the parting day . With me , alas ! those joys are o'er ; For me the vernal garlands bloom no more . Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire , The still believing , still renew ...
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... youth of good queen Bess , But mere tuff - taffety what now remain'd : So time , that changes all things , had ordain'd ! Our sons shall see it leisurely decay , First turn plain rash , then vanish quite away . This thing has travell'd ...
... youth of good queen Bess , But mere tuff - taffety what now remain'd : So time , that changes all things , had ordain'd ! Our sons shall see it leisurely decay , First turn plain rash , then vanish quite away . This thing has travell'd ...
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Seite 3 - And to be grave, exceeds all power of face. I sit with sad civility, I read With honest anguish, and an aching head ; And drop at last, but in unwilling ears, This saving counsel,
Seite 141 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Seite 36 - How's the wind ?' ' Whose chariot's that we left behind ?' Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, ' Have you nothing new to-day ' From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
Seite 9 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — 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...
Seite 11 - Proud as Apollo on his forked hill, Sat full-blown Bufo, puff'd by every quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Seite 42 - That keep me from myself; and still delay Life's instant business to a future day : That task, which as we follow, or despise, The eldest is a fool, the youngest wise : Which done, the poorest can no wants endure ; And which not done, the richest must be poor.
Seite 17 - 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.
Seite 15 - Th' imputed trash, and dulness not his own ; The morals blacken'd when the writings 'scape, The libell'd person, and the pictur'd shape ; Abuse, on all he lov'd, or lov'd him, spread, A friend in exile, or a father dead : The whisper, that to greatness still too near, Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear — Welcome for thee, fair virtue ! all the past : For thee, fair virtue ! welcome ev'n the last ! A. But why insult the poor, affront the great ? P.
Seite 9 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 140 - Kneller, by Heaven, and not a master taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought ; Now for two ages, having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with Princes' honours, Poets' lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise.