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... rhymes From the dire nation in its early times , Europa's rape , Agenor's stern decree , 5 10 15 And Cadmus searching round the spacious sea ? How with the serpent's teeth he sow'd the soil , And reap'd an iron harvest of his toil ? Or ...
... rhymes From the dire nation in its early times , Europa's rape , Agenor's stern decree , 5 10 15 And Cadmus searching round the spacious sea ? How with the serpent's teeth he sow'd the soil , And reap'd an iron harvest of his toil ? Or ...
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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 , 15 21 A clerk , foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza , when he should engross ? Is ...
... rhyme , Happy to catch me , just at dinner - time . Is there a parson , much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , 15 21 A clerk , foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza , when he should engross ? Is ...
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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 . 325 Amphibious thing ! that acting either part , The trifling head , or the ...
... 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 . 325 Amphibious thing ! that acting either part , The trifling head , or the ...
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... me , and no minister so sore . Whoe'er offends , at some unlucky time Slides into verse , and hitches in a rhyme , POPE . VOL . III . N Sacred to ridicule his whole life long , And the Sat. I. IMITATIONS OF HORACE . 149.
... me , and no minister so sore . Whoe'er offends , at some unlucky time Slides into verse , and hitches in a rhyme , POPE . VOL . III . N Sacred to ridicule his whole life long , And the Sat. I. IMITATIONS OF HORACE . 149.
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... rhyme and print . F. Alas ! young man , your days can ne'er be long : In flow'r of age you perish for a song ! Plums and directors , Shylock and his wife , Will club their testers now to take your life . P. What ? arm'd for virtue when ...
... rhyme and print . F. Alas ! young man , your days can ne'er be long : In flow'r of age you perish for a song ! Plums and directors , Shylock and his wife , Will club their testers now to take your life . P. What ? arm'd for virtue when ...
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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,.