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Leben Und Werke Peter Pindars (Dr. John Wolcot) (Classic Reprint)
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Leben und Werke Peter Pindars (Dr. John Wolcot) (Classic Reprint)
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Alter Anlass arms Bard bedeutend beiden bekannt bereits Boswell bringen Cornwall damals Dichter Dichtungen eben einige einmal England englischen Epistle ernste ersten Erzählung Erzeugnisse eyes Fall fast finden folgenden französischen Freund ganze Gedichte Georg gerichtet Geschichte great großen hand head heart Heldengedichtes Hofe Interesse Jahre jetzt John Johnson Joseph jungen King kleine König konnte Kritik land langen lassen last Leben letzteren lich life literarischen Literatur little London Long Lord Louse Love lyrischen macht make Mann Master Minister Miss Mitglieder Monarchen muss name Natur neue never Oden Odes Opie Personen Peter Peter Pindar Pindar Pitt politischen poor Pope Preis Queen recht Reiches Royal Satire smile Song soul später Spott Sprache stand stellen Stoffe sweet tear tell thee Theil thing thou Time Tode Verfasser Verse viel Weise wenig Werke wieder Wien William Wolcot World Worten Zeitgenossen
Page 46 - This rascal stole the razors, I suppose. "No matter if the fellow be a knave, Provided that the razors shave; It certainly will be a monstrous prize.
Page 47 - tis fun That people flay themselves out of their lives. You rascal! for an hour have I been grubbing Giving my whiskers here a scrubbing, With razors just like oyster-knives. Sirrah! I tell you you're a knave, To cry up razors that can't shave!" "Friend," quoth the razor-man, "I'm not a knave; As for the razors you have bought, Upon my soul, I never thought That they would shave.
Page 61 - When Foote his leg, by some misfortune, broke Says I to Johnson, all by way of joke, 'Sam, Sir, in Paragraph will soon be clever, And take off Peter better now than ever.
Page 47 - His muzzle, formed of opposition stuff, Firm as a Foxite, would not lose its ruff; So kept it, laughing at the steel and suds. Hodge, in a passion, stretched his angry jaws, Vowing the direst vengeance, with clenched claws, On the vile cheat that sold the goods. " Razors ! A mean, confounded dog ! Not fit to scrape a hog...
Page 46 - Most musical, cried razors up and down, And offered twelve for eighteen pence ; Which certainly seemed wondrous cheap, And, for the money, quite a heap, As every man would buy, with cash and sense. A country bumpkin the great offer heard, — Poor Hodge, who...
Page 33 - Come, then, all filth, all venom as thou art, Rage in thy eye, and rancour in thy heart, Come with thy boasted arms, spite, malice, lies, Smut, scandal, execrations, blasphemies ; I brave them all. Lo, here I fix my stand, And dare the utmost of thy tongue and hand ; Prepared each threat to baffle or to spurn. Each blow with ten-fold vigour to return.
Page 62 - PIOZZI*. Dear Doctor Johnson left off Drinks fermented ; With quarts of chocolate and cream contented : Yet often down his throat's prodigious gutter, Poor man ! he poured a flood of melted butter.
Page 111 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate * On his imperial throne ; His valiant peers were placed around ; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: (So should desert in arms be crowned.) The lovely Thais, by his side, Sate like...
Page 39 - ... faint picture of those flashes of his spirit, that were wont to set the table in a roar ;" like his own expiring taper, bright and fitful to the last ; tagging a rhyme or conning his own epitaph ; and waiting for the last summons. grateful and contented...