The Works, Том 11J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... land , By Folly led astray : lerne bear on azure wing ; Energick let her soar , and sing Thy universal sway . So , when Amphion bade the lyre To more majestick sound aspire , Behold the madding throng , In wonder and oblivion drown'd ...
... land , By Folly led astray : lerne bear on azure wing ; Energick let her soar , and sing Thy universal sway . So , when Amphion bade the lyre To more majestick sound aspire , Behold the madding throng , In wonder and oblivion drown'd ...
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... land of slaves ; Shall moving Delos now deep - rooted stand : Thou , fix'd of old , be now the moving land ? Although the metaphor be worn and stale , Betwixt a state , and vessel under sail ; Let me suppose thee for a ship a while ...
... land of slaves ; Shall moving Delos now deep - rooted stand : Thou , fix'd of old , be now the moving land ? Although the metaphor be worn and stale , Betwixt a state , and vessel under sail ; Let me suppose thee for a ship a while ...
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... land unknown ‡ : From thee , with pride , the Caledonians trace The glorious founder of their kingly race : Thy martial sons , whom now they dare despise , Did once their land subdue and civilize : Italy was not properly the native ...
... land unknown ‡ : From thee , with pride , the Caledonians trace The glorious founder of their kingly race : Thy martial sons , whom now they dare despise , Did once their land subdue and civilize : Italy was not properly the native ...
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... land of mine First taught thee human knowledge and divine † ; My prelates and my students , sent from hence , Made your sons converts both to God and sense : Not like the pastors of thy ravenous breed , Who come to fleece the flocks ...
... land of mine First taught thee human knowledge and divine † ; My prelates and my students , sent from hence , Made your sons converts both to God and sense : Not like the pastors of thy ravenous breed , Who come to fleece the flocks ...
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... land , in armour , fur , and lawn ; A nauseous brood , that fills your senate walls , And in the chambers of your viceroy crawls ! See , where that new devouring vermin runs , Sent in my anger from the land of Huns ! With harpy - claws ...
... land , in armour , fur , and lawn ; A nauseous brood , that fills your senate walls , And in the chambers of your viceroy crawls ! See , where that new devouring vermin runs , Sent in my anger from the land of Huns ! With harpy - claws ...
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Стр. 226 - Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — Go, go, you're bit.
Стр. 84 - Nor do they trust their tongues alone, But speak a language of their own; Can read a nod, a shrug, a look, Far better than a printed book; Convey a libel in a frown, And wink a reputation down; Or by the tossing of the fan, Describe the lady and the man.
Стр. 226 - Amaz'd, confus'd, its fate unknown, The world stands trembling at his throne! While each pale sinner hung his head, Jove, nodding, shook the heavens, and said: "Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind; You who, through frailty...
Стр. 242 - Behold the fatal day arrive! How is the Dean? He's just alive. Now the departing prayer is read: He hardly breathes. The Dean is dead.
Стр. 239 - 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. 240 - tis hardly understood Which way my death can do them good, Yet thus, methinks, I hear them speak: ' See how the Dean begins to break! Poor gentleman, he droops apace! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. Besides, his memory decays: He recollects not what he says; He cannot call his friends to mind; Forgets the place where last he dined; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er; He told them fifty times before.
Стр. 289 - So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.
Стр. 238 - I'adversite' de nos meilleurs amis, nous trouvons toujours quelque chose qui ne nous de"plait pas ; ' — ' In the adversity of our best friends, we always find something that doth not displease us.
Стр. 241 - To hear his out-of-fashion wit? But he takes up with younger folks, Who for his wine will bear his jokes. Faith, he must make his stories shorter, Or change his comrades once a quarter: In half the time he talks them round, There must another set be found.
Стр. 152 - Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink: For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain.