Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard Dent, 1976 - 274 oldal |
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55. oldal
... give a Wipe , You print it in Italick Type . When Letters are in vulgar Shapes , ' Tis ten to one the Wit escapes ; But when in Capitals exprest , The dullest Reader smoaks a Jest : Or else perhaps he may invent A better than the Poet ...
... give a Wipe , You print it in Italick Type . When Letters are in vulgar Shapes , ' Tis ten to one the Wit escapes ; But when in Capitals exprest , The dullest Reader smoaks a Jest : Or else perhaps he may invent A better than the Poet ...
63. oldal
... Give George and Jove an equal Share . Yet , why should we be lac'd so straight ; I'll give my Monarch Butter - weight . And Reason good ; for many a Year Jove never intermeddl'd here : Nor , tho ' his Priests be duly paid , Did ever we ...
... Give George and Jove an equal Share . Yet , why should we be lac'd so straight ; I'll give my Monarch Butter - weight . And Reason good ; for many a Year Jove never intermeddl'd here : Nor , tho ' his Priests be duly paid , Did ever we ...
98. oldal
... give ―― and let ' em . If gems , or gold , impart a joy , I'll give them —— when I get ' em . I'll give —— but not the full - blown rose , Or rose - bud more in fashion ; Such short - liv'd offerings but disclose A transitory passion . I'll ...
... give ―― and let ' em . If gems , or gold , impart a joy , I'll give them —— when I get ' em . I'll give —— but not the full - blown rose , Or rose - bud more in fashion ; Such short - liv'd offerings but disclose A transitory passion . I'll ...
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