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Pagina 3
A writer in polite letters should be content with reputa . tion , the private
amusement he finds in his compositions , the good influence they have on his
severer stu . dies , that adınission they give him to his superiors , and the possible
good ...
A writer in polite letters should be content with reputa . tion , the private
amusement he finds in his compositions , the good influence they have on his
severer stu . dies , that adınission they give him to his superiors , and the possible
good ...
Pagina 12
made Alexander weep : Nay , it holds Delia from a second bed , Tho ' her lov ' d
lord has four half months been dead , This passion with a pimple have I seen
Retard a cause , and give a judge the spleen . By this inspir ' d ( O ne ' er to be
forgot ...
made Alexander weep : Nay , it holds Delia from a second bed , Tho ' her lov ' d
lord has four half months been dead , This passion with a pimple have I seen
Retard a cause , and give a judge the spleen . By this inspir ' d ( O ne ' er to be
forgot ...
Pagina 13
Ve Vulgar ! at your peril give him room : He stands for fame on his forefathers '
feet , By heraldry prov ' d valiant or discreet . With what a decent pride he throws
his eyes Above the man by three descents less wise ? If virtues at his noble
hands ...
Ve Vulgar ! at your peril give him room : He stands for fame on his forefathers '
feet , By heraldry prov ' d valiant or discreet . With what a decent pride he throws
his eyes Above the man by three descents less wise ? If virtues at his noble
hands ...
Pagina 17
Fools grin on fools , and , Stoick - like , support , Without one sigh , the pleasures
of a court , Courts can give nothing to the wise and good But scorn of pomp , and
love of solitude . High stations tumult , but no bliss , create : None think the great ...
Fools grin on fools , and , Stoick - like , support , Without one sigh , the pleasures
of a court , Courts can give nothing to the wise and good But scorn of pomp , and
love of solitude . High stations tumult , but no bliss , create : None think the great ...
Pagina 24
The fame men give is for the joy they find ; Dull is the jester when the joke ' s
unkind . Since Marcus , doubtless , thinks himself a wit , To pay my compliment
what place so fit ? His most facetious letters * came to hand , Which my First
Satire ...
The fame men give is for the joy they find ; Dull is the jester when the joke ' s
unkind . Since Marcus , doubtless , thinks himself a wit , To pay my compliment
what place so fit ? His most facetious letters * came to hand , Which my First
Satire ...
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admire beneath bless boast born bright calls cause charms crown dare dark dear death deep delight distant divine dread earth eternal ev'ry face fair fall fame fate fear folly fool fortune genius give glory grace half hand happiness head hear heart heaven human kind lady late less lies light look lord mankind mean mind Muse Nature never night o'er once pain passion peace points poor pow'r praise pride proud rage raise reason Resignation rich rise round sacred satire seen sense shine sight skies smile sorrow soul spread storm sweet thee theme things thou thought thousand thro throne triumph true truth turn virtue whole wisdom wise wish wound write
Populaire passages
Pagina 64 - Pleasures are few, and fewer we enjoy ; Pleasure, like quicksilver, is bright, and coy\ We strive to grasp it with our utmost skill, Still it eludes us, and it glitters still : If seiz'd at last, compute your mighty gains; What is it, but rank poison in your veins...
Pagina 72 - Tis greatly wise to know before we're told The melancholy news that we grow old. Autumnal Lyce carries in her face Memento mori to each public place. O how your beating breast a mistress warms Who looks through spectacles to see your charms ! While rival undertakers hover round, And with his spade the sexton marks the ground, Intent not on her own, but others' doom, She plans new conquests and defrauds the tomb.
Pagina 34 - Impatient art rebukes the sun's delay, And bids December yield the fruits of May ; Their various cares in one great point combine The business of their lives, that is — to dine. Half of their precious day they give the feast ; And to a kind digestion spare the rest.
Pagina 62 - O sacred solitude ; divine retreat ! • Choice of the prudent ! envy of the great ! By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade, We court fair wisdom, that celestial maid : The genuine offspring of her lov'd embrace, (Strangers on earth,) are innocence and peace.
Pagina 73 - Like blushing rose-buds dipp'd in morning dew? Who into shelter takes their tender bloom, And forms their minds to flee from ills to come ? The mind, when turn'd adrift, no rules to guide, Drives at the mercy of the wind and tide ; Fancy and passion toss it to and fro ; Awhile torment, and then quite sink in woe.
Pagina 72 - But adoration ! give me something more, Cries LYCE, on the borders of threescore : Nought treads so silent as the foot of time ; Hence we mistake our autumn for our prime ; 'Tis greatly wise to know, before we're told, The melancholy news, that we grow old. Autumnal LYCE carries in her face Memento mori to each public place.
Pagina 100 - One to destroy, is murder by the law ; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe ; To murder thousands, takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Pagina 61 - O'erstock'd mankind enjoy but half her stores : In distant wilds, by human eyes unseen, She rears her flowers, and spreads her velvet green : Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert trace, And waste their music on the savage race.
Pagina 83 - Think nought a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
Pagina 35 - Absence of mind Brabantio turns to fame, Learns to mistake, nor knows his brother's name ; Has words and thoughts in nice disorder set, And takes a memorandum to forget. Thus vain, not knowing what adorns, or blots, Men forge the patents, that create them sots. As love of pleasure into pain betrays, So most grow infamous thro