Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1787 |
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... shame , The praise is his , and theirs the blame . VERSES ON THE DEATH OF SWIFT . LONDON : PRINTED FOR J. BELL , BOOKSELLER TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES . FROM 1730 TO 1739 . THE LADY'S DRESSING - ROOM 1787 . ΤΗΣ.
... shame , The praise is his , and theirs the blame . VERSES ON THE DEATH OF SWIFT . LONDON : PRINTED FOR J. BELL , BOOKSELLER TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES . FROM 1730 TO 1739 . THE LADY'S DRESSING - ROOM 1787 . ΤΗΣ.
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... DEATH AND DAPHNE . To an agreeable young Lady , but extremely lean . Written in the year 1730 . DEATH went , upon a solemn day , At Pluto's hall his court to pay : The phantom , having humbly kist His grisly monarch's sooty fist ...
... DEATH AND DAPHNE . To an agreeable young Lady , but extremely lean . Written in the year 1730 . DEATH went , upon a solemn day , At Pluto's hall his court to pay : The phantom , having humbly kist His grisly monarch's sooty fist ...
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... - Lane : The Faculty , his humble friends , A complimental message sends ; Their president in scarlet gown Harangu'd and welcom'd him to Town . 50 ཉྩ But Death had bus'ness to dispatch ; His mind was Cij MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 27.
... - Lane : The Faculty , his humble friends , A complimental message sends ; Their president in scarlet gown Harangu'd and welcom'd him to Town . 50 ཉྩ But Death had bus'ness to dispatch ; His mind was Cij MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 27.
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The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... But Death had bus'ness to dispatch ; His mind was running on his match ; And hearing much of Daphne's fame , His Majesty of Terrors came , Fine as a col'nel of the Guards ...
The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ... But Death had bus'ness to dispatch ; His mind was running on his match ; And hearing much of Daphne's fame , His Majesty of Terrors came , Fine as a col'nel of the Guards ...
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... Death must not be a spouse for thee ; For when by chance the meagre shade Upon thy hand his finger laid , Thy hand , as dry and cold as lead , 95 His matrimonial spirit fled ; He felt about his heart a damp , That quite extinguish'd ...
... Death must not be a spouse for thee ; For when by chance the meagre shade Upon thy hand his finger laid , Thy hand , as dry and cold as lead , 95 His matrimonial spirit fled ; He felt about his heart a damp , That quite extinguish'd ...
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Стр. 45 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love, my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month; and Gay A week ; and Arbuthnot a day. St John himself will scarce forbear, To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug and cry I'm sorry; but we all must die.
Стр. 56 - He gave the little wealth he had To build a house for fools and mad : To show, by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much. That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better : And since you dread no farther lashes, Methinki you may forgive his ashes.
Стр. 40 - In Pope I cannot read a line But with a sigh I wish it mine; When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six, It gives me such a jealous fit I cry, 'Pox take him and his wit!
Стр. 41 - Thus much may serve by way of proem ; Proceed we therefore to our poem. The time is not remote, when I Must by the course of nature die ? When, I foresee, my special friends Will try to find their private ends...
Стр. 158 - tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides. Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.
Стр. 39 - As Rochefoucault his maxims drew from nature, I believe them true: they argue no corrupted mind in him; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest is thought too base for human breast: " In all distresses of our friends, we first consult our private ends; while nature, kindly bent to ease us, points out some circumstance to please us.
Стр. 49 - em; But this I know, all people bought 'em; As with a moral view design'd To cure the vices of mankind: His vein, ironically grave, Expos'd the fool, and lash'd the knave: To steal a hint was never known, But what he writ was all his own.
Стр. 107 - And here a simile comes pat in ; Though chickens take a month to fatten, The guests in less than half an hour Will more than half a score devour. So, after toiling twenty days To earn a stock of pence and praise, Thy labours, grown the...
Стр. 157 - Twas doubtful which was rain, and which was dust. Ah ! where must needy poet seek for aid, When dust and rain at once his coat invade...
Стр. 42 - His stomach, too, begins to fail : Last year we thought him strong and hale ; But now he's quite another thing : I wish he may hold out till spring...