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... These only ftrain their motley wits In gathering patches , fhreds , and bits , To wrap their barren fancies in , And make a claffic Harlequin . Were I at once impower'd to fhew My utmost vengeance on my foe , To punish with extremeft ...
... These only ftrain their motley wits In gathering patches , fhreds , and bits , To wrap their barren fancies in , And make a claffic Harlequin . Were I at once impower'd to fhew My utmost vengeance on my foe , To punish with extremeft ...
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... ear of kings : “ These have indulg'd the mufe's flight , " Nor loft their time or credit by't ; " Nor fuffer'd fancy's dreams to prey " On the due bufinefs of the day . " Verse " Verse was to them a recreation " Us'd but [ 8 ]
... ear of kings : “ These have indulg'd the mufe's flight , " Nor loft their time or credit by't ; " Nor fuffer'd fancy's dreams to prey " On the due bufinefs of the day . " Verse " Verse was to them a recreation " Us'd but [ 8 ]
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... These catch the cadence of his rhymes , And borne from earth by Pope's ftrong wings , Their Muse aspires , and boldly flings Her dirt up in the face of kings . In these the spleen of Pope we find ; But In [ 26 ] Others, who aim at fancy ...
... These catch the cadence of his rhymes , And borne from earth by Pope's ftrong wings , Their Muse aspires , and boldly flings Her dirt up in the face of kings . In these the spleen of Pope we find ; But In [ 26 ] Others, who aim at fancy ...
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Robert Lloyd. In these the spleen of Pope we find ; But where the greatness of his mind ? His numbers are their whole pretence , Mere strangers to his manly sense . Some few , the fav'rites of the Muse , Whom with her kindeft eye fhe ...
Robert Lloyd. In these the spleen of Pope we find ; But where the greatness of his mind ? His numbers are their whole pretence , Mere strangers to his manly sense . Some few , the fav'rites of the Muse , Whom with her kindeft eye fhe ...
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... These low retainers to their fame . What task can dulnefs e'er affect So eafy , as to write correct ? Poets , ' tis faid , are fure to split By too much or too little wit ; So , to avoid th ' extremes of either , They miss their mark ...
... These low retainers to their fame . What task can dulnefs e'er affect So eafy , as to write correct ? Poets , ' tis faid , are fure to split By too much or too little wit ; So , to avoid th ' extremes of either , They miss their mark ...
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Seite 239 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Seite 257 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Seite 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Seite 241 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Seite 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Seite 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Seite 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Seite 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...