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... happy epigrams and unexpected similes with which it is crowded . He himself calls it a " loose and hasty scribble , " Goldsmith was worried because he could not understand it , and Voltaire ' summarises it in a paragraph . " C'est de ...
... happy epigrams and unexpected similes with which it is crowded . He himself calls it a " loose and hasty scribble , " Goldsmith was worried because he could not understand it , and Voltaire ' summarises it in a paragraph . " C'est de ...
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... happy , that every body knew immediately it could only be my Lord Dorset's : and yet it was so easy too , that every body was ready to imagine himself capable of writing it . There is a lustre in his verses , like that of the sun in ...
... happy , that every body knew immediately it could only be my Lord Dorset's : and yet it was so easy too , that every body was ready to imagine himself capable of writing it . There is a lustre in his verses , like that of the sun in ...
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... happy . The prisoner has often been released , by my Lord's paying the debt ; and the condemned has been saved by his intercession with the sovereign , where he thought the letter of the law too rigid . To those whose circumstances were ...
... happy . The prisoner has often been released , by my Lord's paying the debt ; and the condemned has been saved by his intercession with the sovereign , where he thought the letter of the law too rigid . To those whose circumstances were ...
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... happy , if in all my endeavours I may contribute to your delight or to your instruction . I am , with all duty and respect , My Lord , Your Lordship's most obedient and most humble Servant , MAT . PRIOR . VOL . I. 1 PREFACE . HE ...
... happy , if in all my endeavours I may contribute to your delight or to your instruction . I am , with all duty and respect , My Lord , Your Lordship's most obedient and most humble Servant , MAT . PRIOR . VOL . I. 1 PREFACE . HE ...
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... happy saint , the serpent's pow'r control : Scarce any actual guilt defiles soul : your And hell does o'er that mind vain triumph boast , Which gains a Heav'n , for earthly Eden lost . 10 With virtue strong as yours had Eve been arm'd ...
... happy saint , the serpent's pow'r control : Scarce any actual guilt defiles soul : your And hell does o'er that mind vain triumph boast , Which gains a Heav'n , for earthly Eden lost . 10 With virtue strong as yours had Eve been arm'd ...
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Page 108 - 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 134 - Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing, Must we no longer live together ? And dost thou prune thy trembling wing; To take thy flight thou know'st not whither ? Thy humorous vein, thy pleasing folly Lies all neglected, all forgot : And pensive, wavering, melancholy, Thou dread'st and hop'st thou know'st not what.
Page 181 - I pray you, tell anone ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
Page 250 - And sluttish plenty deck'd her table. Their beer was strong ; their wine was port ; Their meal was large ; their grace was short.
Page 107 - A BETTER ANSWER*. Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face ! Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled : Pr*ythee quit this caprice ; and (as old Falstaff says) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world.
Page 174 - Moved in the orb, pleased with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs : But here or there, turn wood or wire, . He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with Gods ; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleased with their own verses' sound ; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
Page 173 - Dear Thomas, did'st thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man's shop? There, Thomas, did'st thou never see ('Tis but by way of Simile !) A squirrel spend his little rage, In jumping round a rolling cage ? The cage, as either side...
Page 33 - In vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over. Alas! what winds can happy prove, That bear me far from what I love? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain, From slighted vows, and cold disdain?
Page 205 - Did I but purpose to embark with thee On the smooth surface of a summer's sea; While gentle zephyrs play in prosperous gales, And fortune's favour fills the swelling sails; MO But would forsake the ship, and make the shore, When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar?
Page 132 - Whate'er thy countrymen have done, By law and wit, by sword and gun, In thee is faithfully recited ; And all the living world that view Thy work, give thee the praises due, At once instructed and delighted. ' " Yet for the fame of all these deeds, What beggar in the Invalides, With lameness broke, with blindness smitten, Wished ever decently to die, To have been either Mezeray, Or any monarch he has written?