The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fouls . V. Let not old Rome boast Fabius ' fate ; He fav'd his country by delays , But you by peace . You bought it at a cheaper rate ; B 2 Nor Nor has it left the usual bloody scar , To ODE TO SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE . 3.
... fouls . V. Let not old Rome boast Fabius ' fate ; He fav'd his country by delays , But you by peace . You bought it at a cheaper rate ; B 2 Nor Nor has it left the usual bloody scar , To ODE TO SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE . 3.
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... peace No thunder e'er can blaft : Th ' artillery of the fkies Shoots to the earth , and dies ; Nor ever green and flourishing ' twill last , Nor dipt in blood , nor widows ' tears , nor orphans ' cries . About the head crown'd with ...
... peace No thunder e'er can blaft : Th ' artillery of the fkies Shoots to the earth , and dies ; Nor ever green and flourishing ' twill last , Nor dipt in blood , nor widows ' tears , nor orphans ' cries . About the head crown'd with ...
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... peace . IX . Sing , belov'd Mufe ! the pleasures of retreat , And in fome untouch'd virgin strain Shew the delights thy fifter Nature yields ; Sing of thy vales , fing of thy woods , fing of thy fields ; Go publish o'er the plain How ...
... peace . IX . Sing , belov'd Mufe ! the pleasures of retreat , And in fome untouch'd virgin strain Shew the delights thy fifter Nature yields ; Sing of thy vales , fing of thy woods , fing of thy fields ; Go publish o'er the plain How ...
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... flies away ; And now a laurel wreath the brings from far , To crown the happy conqueror , To fhew the flood begins to cease , And brings the dear reward of victory and peace . II . The II . The eager Mufe took wing upon the waves [ 9 ]
... flies away ; And now a laurel wreath the brings from far , To crown the happy conqueror , To fhew the flood begins to cease , And brings the dear reward of victory and peace . II . The II . The eager Mufe took wing upon the waves [ 9 ]
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... peace began to fhine , And for a while in heavenly contemplation fat On the high top of peaceful Ararat ; And pluck'd a laurel branch ( for laurel was the firft that grew , The firft of plants after the thunder , storm , and rain ) ...
... peace began to fhine , And for a while in heavenly contemplation fat On the high top of peaceful Ararat ; And pluck'd a laurel branch ( for laurel was the firft that grew , The firft of plants after the thunder , storm , and rain ) ...
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Стр. 20 - Madam, I die without your grace"— « Item, for half a yard of lace." Who that had wit would place it here, For every peeping fop to jeer ? In power of fpittle and a clout, Whene'er he pleafe, to blot it out; And then, to heighten the difgrace, Clap his own nonfenfe in the place. Whoe'er
Стр. 49 - to the top> As if they ne'er had touch'da drop. The good old couple were amaz'd, 35 And often on each other gaz'd ; For both were frighten'd to the heart, And juft began to cry, — What art! Then foftly turn'd afide to view Whether the lights were burning blue.
Стр. 92 - From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?" Such tattle often entertains • 95 My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windfor, and again to town, Where all that pafles inter
Стр. 89 - clear, •*• For life, fix hundred pounds a-year, A handfome houfe to lodge a friend,. A river at my garden's end, A terrace-walk, and half a rood £: Of land fet out to plant a Wood. Well, now I have all this and more, I afk not to increafe my
Стр. 334 - afliam'd to ufe a glafs; And till I fee them with thefe eyes, •» ' Whoever fays you have them, lies. No length of time can make you quit Honour and virtue, fenfe and wit : Thus you may ftill be young to me, While I can better bear than fee. Oh, ne'er may Fortune
Стр. 159 - Tis never by invention got, Men have it when they know it not. Our converfation to refine, Humour and wit muft both combine : From both we learn to railly well, Wherein fometimes the French excel. Voiture, in various lights, difplays That irony which turns to praife : His genius firft
Стр. 25 - Truly, fays he, Mrs. Nab, it might become you to be more civil; If your money be gone, as a learned divine fays, d'ye fee, You .are no text for my handling ; fo take that from me : I was never taken for a conjurer before, I'd have you to know.
Стр. 170 - you live to fee the day When Stella's locks muft all be grey. When age muft print a furrow'd trace On every feature of her face ; Though you, and all your fenfelefs tribe, Could art, or time, or nature bribe, To make you look like Beauty's
Стр. 51 - which it cannot turn. The groaning-chair began to crawl, •85 Like a huge fnail, along the wall; There ftuck aloft in public view, And, with fmall change, a pulpit grew. The porringers, that in a row Hung high, and made a glittering
Стр. 95 - the Queen A dangerous treatife J writ againft the fpleen; Which, by the ftyle, the matter, and the drift, 'Tis thought could be the work of none but Swift. Poor York ! the harmlefs tool of others hate j He fues for pardon ||, and repents too late. Now,