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Pagina 15
... Which yet whoe'er examines right will find To be an art as vain as bottling up of wind ! ) And when you find out thefe , believe true Fame is there , Far Far above all reward , yet to which all is ODE TO THE ATHENIAN SOCIETY . 15.
... Which yet whoe'er examines right will find To be an art as vain as bottling up of wind ! ) And when you find out thefe , believe true Fame is there , Far Far above all reward , yet to which all is ODE TO THE ATHENIAN SOCIETY . 15.
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... true , That men who liv'd and dy'd without a name Are the chief heroes in the facred lift of Fame . Written in a Lady's Ivory Table - book , 1699 . ERUSE my leaves through every part , PERUS And think thou seest my owner's heart ...
... true , That men who liv'd and dy'd without a name Are the chief heroes in the facred lift of Fame . Written in a Lady's Ivory Table - book , 1699 . ERUSE my leaves through every part , PERUS And think thou seest my owner's heart ...
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... true , feven pounds , four fhillings , and fix pence , makes a great hɔle in my wages : Befides , as they fay , fervice is no inheritance in these ages . Now , Mrs. Dukes , you know , and every body under- ftands , That though ' tis ...
... true , feven pounds , four fhillings , and fix pence , makes a great hɔle in my wages : Befides , as they fay , fervice is no inheritance in these ages . Now , Mrs. Dukes , you know , and every body under- ftands , That though ' tis ...
Pagina 25
... . Well I thought I should have swoon'd . Lord ! faid I , what shall I do ? Lhave loft my money , and shall lose my true love too ! * Dr. Swift . Then Then my cry ; Lord call'd me : Harry , MRS . HARRIS'S PETITION . 25.
... . Well I thought I should have swoon'd . Lord ! faid I , what shall I do ? Lhave loft my money , and shall lose my true love too ! * Dr. Swift . Then Then my cry ; Lord call'd me : Harry , MRS . HARRIS'S PETITION . 25.
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... true delight obferv'd them all Raking up mud to build a wall . The plan he much admir'd , and took The model in his table - book ; Thought himself now exactly skill'd , And fo refolv'd a house to build ; A real houfe , with rooms , and ...
... true delight obferv'd them all Raking up mud to build a wall . The plan he much admir'd , and took The model in his table - book ; Thought himself now exactly skill'd , And fo refolv'd a house to build ; A real houfe , with rooms , and ...
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The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volume 39 Samuel Johnson Volledige weergave - 1779 |
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Pagina 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
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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
Pagina 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
Pagina 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
Pagina 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
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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
Pagina 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
Pagina 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,