Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1796 |
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... rhyme , Happy to catch me , just at dinner - time , Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk , foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza , when he should engross ? Is there ...
... rhyme , Happy to catch me , just at dinner - time , Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk , foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza , when he should engross ? Is there ...
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... rhymes , or blasphemies ; His wit all see - saw between that and this , Now high , now low , now master up , now miss , And he himself one vile antithesis . 320 325 2 Amphibious thing ! that acting either part , The trifling 44 PROLOGUE ...
... rhymes , or blasphemies ; His wit all see - saw between that and this , Now high , now low , now master up , now miss , And he himself one vile antithesis . 320 325 2 Amphibious thing ! that acting either part , The trifling 44 PROLOGUE ...
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... rhymes . 3 Consult the statute ; quart . I think it is , Edwardi sext . or prim . et quint . Eliz . See Libels , Satires - here you have it - read . P. 4Libels and Satires ! lawless things indeed ! 150 But grave epistles , bringing vice ...
... rhymes . 3 Consult the statute ; quart . I think it is , Edwardi sext . or prim . et quint . Eliz . See Libels , Satires - here you have it - read . P. 4Libels and Satires ! lawless things indeed ! 150 But grave epistles , bringing vice ...
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... rhyme : Ill health some just indulgence may engage , And more the sickness of long life , old age : 3 For fainting age what cordial drop remains , If our intemp'rate youth the vessel drains ? 85 90 4 Our fathers prais'd rank ven'son ...
... rhyme : Ill health some just indulgence may engage , And more the sickness of long life , old age : 3 For fainting age what cordial drop remains , If our intemp'rate youth the vessel drains ? 85 90 4 Our fathers prais'd rank ven'son ...
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... rhymes and rattles of the man or boy ; What 2 right , what true , what fit , we justly call , Let this be all my care - for this is all : To lay this 3 harvest up , and hoard with haste What ev'ry day will want , and most the last . But ...
... rhymes and rattles of the man or boy ; What 2 right , what true , what fit , we justly call , Let this be all my care - for this is all : To lay this 3 harvest up , and hoard with haste What ev'ry day will want , and most the last . But ...
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Page 32 - 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...
Page 213 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 36 - So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, 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.
Page 48 - ... for half a year or more, the common newspapers, in most of which they had some property, as being hired writers, were filled with the most abusive falsehoods and scurrilities they could possibly devise...
Page 32 - 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...
Page 197 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Page 39 - 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...
Page 35 - Tis all in vain, deny it as I will: 'No, such a genius never can lie still'; And then for mine obligingly mistakes The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo makes.
Page 27 - 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?
Page 33 - 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...