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... Of charming features and a youthful face , In her soft breast consenting passions move , And the warm maid confess'd a mutual love . POPE . VOL . IIÍ . K IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS . [ Done by the Author VERTUMNUS AND POMONA . 113.
... Of charming features and a youthful face , In her soft breast consenting passions move , And the warm maid confess'd a mutual love . POPE . VOL . IIÍ . K IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS . [ Done by the Author VERTUMNUS AND POMONA . 113.
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John Bell. IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS . [ Done by the Author in his Youth . ] I. CHAUCER . WOMEN ben full of ragerie , Yet swinken nat sans secresie . Thilke moral shall ye understond , From schoole - boy's tale of fayre Irelond ; Which ...
John Bell. IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS . [ Done by the Author in his Youth . ] I. CHAUCER . WOMEN ben full of ragerie , Yet swinken nat sans secresie . Thilke moral shall ye understond , From schoole - boy's tale of fayre Irelond ; Which ...
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... , are feeding by ; And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry . At ev'ry door are sunburnt matrons seen , Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry ; Now singing shrill , and scolding oft between : Scolds K 2 IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS . 115.
... , are feeding by ; And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry . At ev'ry door are sunburnt matrons seen , Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry ; Now singing shrill , and scolding oft between : Scolds K 2 IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS . 115.
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... wight , tears clothes and all to tatters . V. Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry collier's hand ¿ Her mouth was black as bulldogs at the stall ; She scratched , bit , and spar'd ne lace , 116 IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS ,
... wight , tears clothes and all to tatters . V. Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry collier's hand ¿ Her mouth was black as bulldogs at the stall ; She scratched , bit , and spar'd ne lace , 116 IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS ,
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... winds and lightning both at once assail . We were too bless'd with these enchanting lays , Which must be heav'nly when an angel plays ; But killing charms your lover's death contrive , Lest heav'nly IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS . 117.
... winds and lightning both at once assail . We were too bless'd with these enchanting lays , Which must be heav'nly when an angel plays ; But killing charms your lover's death contrive , Lest heav'nly IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS . 117.
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Page 132 - 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 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Page 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; 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? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Page 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 136 - 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 126 - 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 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Page 125 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Page 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.