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Strona 13
... Behold ! if Fortune , or a mistress frowns , Some plunge in bus'ness , others shave their crowns ; To case the soul of one oppressive weight 105 This quits an empire , that embroils a state . The same adust complexion has impell'd ...
... Behold ! if Fortune , or a mistress frowns , Some plunge in bus'ness , others shave their crowns ; To case the soul of one oppressive weight 105 This quits an empire , that embroils a state . The same adust complexion has impell'd ...
Strona 18
... Behold a rev'rend sire , whom want of Has made the father of a nameless race , Shov'd from the wall perhaps , or rudely press'd , By his own son , that passes by unbless'd : 235 Still to his wench he crawls on knocking knees , And ...
... Behold a rev'rend sire , whom want of Has made the father of a nameless race , Shov'd from the wall perhaps , or rudely press'd , By his own son , that passes by unbless'd : 235 Still to his wench he crawls on knocking knees , And ...
Strona 41
... Behold the market - place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread ; He feeds yon almshouse , neat , but void of state , 265 Where age and want sit smiling at the gate : Him portion'd maids , apprentic'd orphans ...
... Behold the market - place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread ; He feeds yon almshouse , neat , but void of state , 265 Where age and want sit smiling at the gate : Him portion'd maids , apprentic'd orphans ...
Strona 42
... Behold what blessings wealth to life can lend ! And , see what comfort it affords our end . 295 In the worst inn's worst room , with mat half- hung , The floors of plaister , and the walls of dung , 300 On once a flock - bed , but ...
... Behold what blessings wealth to life can lend ! And , see what comfort it affords our end . 295 In the worst inn's worst room , with mat half- hung , The floors of plaister , and the walls of dung , 300 On once a flock - bed , but ...
Strona 44
... behold , And long'd to tempt him , like good Job of old ; But Satan now is wiser than of yore , 351 And tempts by making rich , not making poor . Rouz'd by the Prince of Air , the whirlwinds sweep The surge , and plunge his father in ...
... behold , And long'd to tempt him , like good Job of old ; But Satan now is wiser than of yore , 351 And tempts by making rich , not making poor . Rouz'd by the Prince of Air , the whirlwinds sweep The surge , and plunge his father in ...
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Strona 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...
Strona 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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?
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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?
Strona 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,.