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... ftate , he wifely maintains , Keeps kindness up ' twixt old acquaintance For elfe , in honeft truth , the fea Has much lefs need of gold than he . D 2 Or , Or , not to rove , and pump one's fancy PRIOR'S 35 POEMS . Another.
... ftate , he wifely maintains , Keeps kindness up ' twixt old acquaintance For elfe , in honeft truth , the fea Has much lefs need of gold than he . D 2 Or , Or , not to rove , and pump one's fancy PRIOR'S 35 POEMS . Another.
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Samuel Johnson. Or , not to rove , and pump one's fancy For popish fimiles beyond fea ; As folks from mud - wall'd tenement Bring landlords pepper - corn for rent ; Present a turkey , or a hen , To thofe might better spare them ten ; Ev ...
Samuel Johnson. Or , not to rove , and pump one's fancy For popish fimiles beyond fea ; As folks from mud - wall'd tenement Bring landlords pepper - corn for rent ; Present a turkey , or a hen , To thofe might better spare them ten ; Ev ...
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... me , he said , While I the cruel truth reveal ? Which nothing from my breaft should tear ; Which never should offend your ear , But that you bid me tell . 2 ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus ' Tis PRIOR'S POEMS . 49 The Defpairing Shepherd.
... me , he said , While I the cruel truth reveal ? Which nothing from my breaft should tear ; Which never should offend your ear , But that you bid me tell . 2 ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus ' Tis PRIOR'S POEMS . 49 The Defpairing Shepherd.
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Samuel Johnson. 2 ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus complain , Since you appear'd upon the plain ; You are the cause of all my care : Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart ; Ten thousand torments vex my heart : I love , and I despair . Too ...
Samuel Johnson. 2 ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus complain , Since you appear'd upon the plain ; You are the cause of all my care : Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart ; Ten thousand torments vex my heart : I love , and I despair . Too ...
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... rove Upon the boundlefs depth of love : I blefs my chain ; I hand my oar ; Nor think on all I left on shore . But when vain doubt and groundless fear Do that dear foolish bofom tear ; When the big lip and watery eye Tell me , the rifing ...
... rove Upon the boundlefs depth of love : I blefs my chain ; I hand my oar ; Nor think on all I left on shore . But when vain doubt and groundless fear Do that dear foolish bofom tear ; When the big lip and watery eye Tell me , the rifing ...
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Page 121 - To be vexed at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once and my passion you wrong: You take that for fact which will scarce be found wit: Od's life!
Page 128 - Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind; Let all her ways be unconfin'd; And clap your padlock — on her mind.
Page 122 - Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Page 100 - Or on Meander's bank, or Latmus' peak. But in this nymph, my friend, my sister know : She draws my arrows, and she bends my bow : Fair Thames she haunts, and every neighb'ring grove, Sacred to soft recess, and gentle love.
Page 122 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come: No matter what beauties I saw in my way; They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
Page 191 - Or if it be his fate to meet With folks who have more wealth than wit. He loves cheap port, and double bub, And settles in the Humdrum Club; He learns how stocks will fall or rise; Holds poverty the greatest vice ; Thinks wit the bane of conversation ; And says that learning spoils a nation.
Page 98 - To Me pertains not, She replies, To know or care where CUPID flies ; What are his Haunts, or which his Way ; Where He would dwell, or whither stray : Yet will I never set Thee free : For Harm was meant, and Harm to Me.
Page 33 - Till, patience vex'd, and legs grown weary, I thought it was in vain to tarry: But did opine it might be better, By penny-post to send a letter; Now if you miss of this epistle, I'm balk'd again, and may go whistle.
Page 130 - The Change, the City, or the Play, As each was proper for the day : A turn in summer to Hyde Park, When it grew tolerably dark.
Page 84 - S'en va tomber sous la foudre Qui dompta Lille, Courtrai; Gand, la superbe espagnole, Saint-Omer, Besançon, Dole, Ypres, Mastricht et Cambrai. Mes présages s'accomplissent : 11 commence à chanceler. Sous les coups qui retentissent Ses murs s'en vont s'écrouler.