The Works of the English Poets: SwiftH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... knew ; Whatever moves our wonder , or our sport , Whatever ferves for innocent emblems of the court ; How that which we a kernel fee ( Whofe well - compacted forms escape the light , Unpierc'd by the blunt rays of fight ) Shall ere long ...
... knew ; Whatever moves our wonder , or our sport , Whatever ferves for innocent emblems of the court ; How that which we a kernel fee ( Whofe well - compacted forms escape the light , Unpierc'd by the blunt rays of fight ) Shall ere long ...
38. oldal
... knew not how to guide . So toffing faction will o'erwhelm Our crazy double - bottom'd realm . ON MRS . BIDDY FLOYD . Or , the RECEIPT to form a BEAUTY * . HEN Cupid did his grandfire Jove intreat WH To form fome Beauty by a new receipt ...
... knew not how to guide . So toffing faction will o'erwhelm Our crazy double - bottom'd realm . ON MRS . BIDDY FLOYD . Or , the RECEIPT to form a BEAUTY * . HEN Cupid did his grandfire Jove intreat WH To form fome Beauty by a new receipt ...
39. oldal
... eyes . The nymph , who oft had read in books Of that bright god whom bards invoke , Soon knew Apollo by his looks , And guess'd his business ere he spoke . D 4 He , He , in the old celeftial cant , Confefs'd his ON BIDDY FLOY D. 39.
... eyes . The nymph , who oft had read in books Of that bright god whom bards invoke , Soon knew Apollo by his looks , And guess'd his business ere he spoke . D 4 He , He , in the old celeftial cant , Confefs'd his ON BIDDY FLOY D. 39.
40. oldal
... knew his tricks . Ovid had warn'd her , to beware Of strolling gods , whofe ufual trade is , Under pretence of taking air , To pick up fublunary ladies . Howe'er , fhe gave no flat denial ,. As having malice in her heart ; And was ...
... knew his tricks . Ovid had warn'd her , to beware Of strolling gods , whofe ufual trade is , Under pretence of taking air , To pick up fublunary ladies . Howe'er , fhe gave no flat denial ,. As having malice in her heart ; And was ...
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... knew his talent beft , And left the choice to his own breast . So Van refolv'd to write a farce ; But , well perceiving wit was scarce , With cunning that defect fupplies : Takes a French play as lawful prize ; Steals thence his plot ...
... knew his talent beft , And left the choice to his own breast . So Van refolv'd to write a farce ; But , well perceiving wit was scarce , With cunning that defect fupplies : Takes a French play as lawful prize ; Steals thence his plot ...
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20. oldal - 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
49. oldal - 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.
92. oldal - 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
89. oldal - 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
334. oldal - 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
159. oldal - 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
25. oldal - 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.
170. oldal - 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
51. oldal - 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
95. oldal - 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,