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Strona 15
... tell How trade increases , and the world goes well : Strike off his pension by the setting sun , And Britain , if not Europe , is undone . That gay Freethinker , a fine talker once , What turns him now a stupid , silent dunce ? Some god ...
... tell How trade increases , and the world goes well : Strike off his pension by the setting sun , And Britain , if not Europe , is undone . That gay Freethinker , a fine talker once , What turns him now a stupid , silent dunce ? Some god ...
Strona 43
... tell me , was thy death more bless'd ? Cutler saw tenants break , and houses fall , For very want : he could not build a wall . His only daughter in a stranger's pow'r , For very want : he could not pay a dow'r . A few grey hairs his ...
... tell me , was thy death more bless'd ? Cutler saw tenants break , and houses fall , For very want : he could not build a wall . His only daughter in a stranger's pow'r , For very want : he could not pay a dow'r . A few grey hairs his ...
Strona 44
... tell a tale — B . Agreed , · P. Where London's column , pointing at the skies , Like a tall bully lifts the head , and lies , There dwelt a citizen of sober fame , A plain good man , and Balaam was his name ; Religious , punctual ...
... tell a tale — B . Agreed , · P. Where London's column , pointing at the skies , Like a tall bully lifts the head , and lies , There dwelt a citizen of sober fame , A plain good man , and Balaam was his name ; Religious , punctual ...
Strona 61
... tell me to preserve your wife's good grace , Your eyes must always languish on my face , Your tongue with constant flatt'ries feed my ear , And tag each sentence with , my life ! my dear ! If by strange chance a modest blush be rais'd ...
... tell me to preserve your wife's good grace , Your eyes must always languish on my face , Your tongue with constant flatt'ries feed my ear , And tag each sentence with , my life ! my dear ! If by strange chance a modest blush be rais'd ...
Strona 62
... tell : • Take all the freedoms of a marry'd life ; I know thee for a virtuous faithful wife . " Lord ! when you have enough , what need you care How merrily soever others fare ? Though all the day I give and take delight , Doubt not ...
... tell : • Take all the freedoms of a marry'd life ; I know thee for a virtuous faithful wife . " Lord ! when you have enough , what need you care How merrily soever others fare ? Though all the day I give and take delight , Doubt not ...
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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,.