The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Volume 221807 |
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... muse , who sung the mighty man , ** Nor Pindar's heavenly lyre , nor Horace when a ** swan . your line ; 640 " Your ancestors proceed from race divine : " From Brennus and Belinus is " Who gave to sovereign Rome such loud alarms ...
... muse , who sung the mighty man , ** Nor Pindar's heavenly lyre , nor Horace when a ** swan . your line ; 640 " Your ancestors proceed from race divine : " From Brennus and Belinus is " Who gave to sovereign Rome such loud alarms ...
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... Muse , or thou my heart , 700 To sing this heavy dirge with equal art ! That I like thee on Friday might complain ; For on that day was Cœur de Lion slain . Not louder cries , when Ilium was in flames , Were sent to heav'n by woful ...
... Muse , or thou my heart , 700 To sing this heavy dirge with equal art ! That I like thee on Friday might complain ; For on that day was Cœur de Lion slain . Not louder cries , when Ilium was in flames , Were sent to heav'n by woful ...
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... the stage . 20 What needs he paraphrase on what we mean ? We were at worst but wanton ; he's obscene . I , nor my fellows , nor myself excuse ; But Love's the subject of the comic Muse ; Nor can we write without it ; nor would A [ 130 ]
... the stage . 20 What needs he paraphrase on what we mean ? We were at worst but wanton ; he's obscene . I , nor my fellows , nor myself excuse ; But Love's the subject of the comic Muse ; Nor can we write without it ; nor would A [ 130 ]
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... Muse , and plagues us with an equal noise . Provok'd by these incorrigible fools , " I left declaming in pedantic schools ; Where , with men - boys , I strove to get renown , Advising Sylla to a private gown . # But , since the world ...
... Muse , and plagues us with an equal noise . Provok'd by these incorrigible fools , " I left declaming in pedantic schools ; Where , with men - boys , I strove to get renown , Advising Sylla to a private gown . # But , since the world ...
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... Muse have led : When sapless eunuchs mount the marriage - bed , When mannish Mevia , that two - handed whore , Astride on horse - back hunts the Tuscan boar , When all our lords are by his wealth outvy'd , Whose razor on my callow beard ...
... Muse have led : When sapless eunuchs mount the marriage - bed , When mannish Mevia , that two - handed whore , Astride on horse - back hunts the Tuscan boar , When all our lords are by his wealth outvy'd , Whose razor on my callow beard ...
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Page 121 - Behold the fruit of ill-rewarded pain .. As many months as I sustain'd her hate, So many years is she condemned by Fate To daily death ; and every several place, Conscious of her disdain and my disgrace, Must witness her just punishment ; and be A scene of triumph and revenge to me ! As in this grove I took my last...
Page 24 - Add, that the rich have still a gibe in store, And will be monstrous witty on the poor; For the torn surtout and the tatter'd vest, The wretch and all his wardrobe are a jest; The greasy gown sully'd with often turning, Gives a good hint to say the man's in mourning; Or if the shoe be ript, or patch is put, He's wounded ! see the plaster on his foot.
Page 8 - But oh! what joy it was to hear him sing In summer, when the day began to spring, Stretching his neck, and warbling in his throat; Solus cum sola then was all his note.
Page 157 - Still various, and unconstant still, But with an inclination to be ill, Promotes, degrades, delights in strife, And makes a lottery of life. I can enjoy her while she's kind ; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes...
Page 144 - Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand ; This was the morn when, issuing on the guard, Drawn up in rank and file they stood prepared Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Page 11 - pothecary near, I dare for once prescribe for your disease, And save long bills, and a damn'd doctor's fees.
Page 79 - For, letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Page 157 - What is't to me, Who never sail in her unfaithful sea, If storms arise and clouds grow black, If the mast split, and threaten wreck ? Then let the greedy merchant fear For his ill-gotten gain ; And pray to gods that will not hear, While the debating winds and billows bear J His wealth into the main.
Page 74 - Want is a bitter and a hateful good, Because its virtues are not understood : Yet many things, impossible to thought, Have been by need to full perfection brought : The daring of the soul proceeds from thence...
Page 64 - Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or knowing it pursue.