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Strona 27
... LEWIS THEOBALD thus extols itt : ' The spirit of Homer breathes all ' through this Translation . - I am in doubt whe- ther I should most admire the justness to the Original , or the force and beauty of the lan- guage , or the sounding ...
... LEWIS THEOBALD thus extols itt : ' The spirit of Homer breathes all ' through this Translation . - I am in doubt whe- ther I should most admire the justness to the Original , or the force and beauty of the lan- guage , or the sounding ...
Strona 38
... LEWIS THEOBALD 6 seems also to be ; declaring , in MIST'S JOURNAL , of June 22 , 1718 , That , if he is not shrewdly abused , he made it his practice to cackle to both C parties in their own sentiments . ' But as to his pique against ...
... LEWIS THEOBALD 6 seems also to be ; declaring , in MIST'S JOURNAL , of June 22 , 1718 , That , if he is not shrewdly abused , he made it his practice to cackle to both C parties in their own sentiments . ' But as to his pique against ...
Strona 194
... Lewis Theobald . Daily Journal , May 11. A Letter against Mr. P. at large . Anon . John Dennis . All these were afterwards reprinted in a pamph- let , entitled , A Collection of all the Verses , Es- says , Letters , and Advertisements ...
... Lewis Theobald . Daily Journal , May 11. A Letter against Mr. P. at large . Anon . John Dennis . All these were afterwards reprinted in a pamph- let , entitled , A Collection of all the Verses , Es- says , Letters , and Advertisements ...
Strona 196
... Theobald , in verse , signed B. M. Bezaleel Morris , against Mr. P. Many other little epigrams , about this time , in the same papers , by James Moore and others . Mist's Journal , June 22. A Letter by Lewis Theobald . Flying - Post ...
... Theobald , in verse , signed B. M. Bezaleel Morris , against Mr. P. Many other little epigrams , about this time , in the same papers , by James Moore and others . Mist's Journal , June 22. A Letter by Lewis Theobald . Flying - Post ...
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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,.