The Miscellaneous Works: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations, Volume 2J. and R. Tonson, 1760 |
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... kiffing , And fighing and kifling fo clofe . II . Ah ! she cry'd ; ah for a languishing maid , In a country of Christians , to die without aid ! Not a Whig , or a Tory , or Trimmer at least , Or a Proteftant parfon , or Catholic prieft ...
... kiffing , And fighing and kifling fo clofe . II . Ah ! she cry'd ; ah for a languishing maid , In a country of Christians , to die without aid ! Not a Whig , or a Tory , or Trimmer at least , Or a Proteftant parfon , or Catholic prieft ...
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... kiffing , We can perceive the ready money miffing . Well ! we may rail ; but ' tis as good e'en wink ; Something we find , and something they will fink , But since they're at renouncing , ' tis our parts , To trump their diamonds , as ...
... kiffing , We can perceive the ready money miffing . Well ! we may rail ; but ' tis as good e'en wink ; Something we find , and something they will fink , But since they're at renouncing , ' tis our parts , To trump their diamonds , as ...
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... kiffing then ? DAPHNI S. I swear you wipe it to be kiss'd agen . CHLORIS . Go , tend your herd , and kiss your cowsat home ; I am a maid , and in my beauty's bloom . DAPHNIS . ' Tis well remember'd , do not waste your time ; But wisely ...
... kiffing then ? DAPHNI S. I swear you wipe it to be kiss'd agen . CHLORIS . Go , tend your herd , and kiss your cowsat home ; I am a maid , and in my beauty's bloom . DAPHNIS . ' Tis well remember'd , do not waste your time ; But wisely ...
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Page 284 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
Page 288 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Page 285 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 189 - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend.
Page 289 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 288 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 25 - As only buz to Heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark, offending but by chance ; Such are the blindfold blows of Ignorance : They know not beings,, and but hate a name ; To them the Hind and Panther are the same.
Page 144 - Where did his wit on learning fix a brand And rail at arts he did not understand? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain? Where sold he bargains, "whipstitch, kiss my arse", Promised a play and dwindled to a farce?
Page 145 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted bias of thy mind, By which one way to dulness 'tis inclined: Which makes thy writings lean on one side still, And, in all changes, that way bends thy will.
Page 282 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but...