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... ancient satirist , he had hardly made choice of Horace : with whom , as a poet , he held little in common , be- sides a comprehensive knowledge of life and manners , and a certain curious felicity of expression , which consists in using ...
... ancient satirist , he had hardly made choice of Horace : with whom , as a poet , he held little in common , be- sides a comprehensive knowledge of life and manners , and a certain curious felicity of expression , which consists in using ...
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... ancient friends ( though poor , or out of play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . " Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords ! To Hounslow - heath I point , and Bansted - down ...
... ancient friends ( though poor , or out of play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . " Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords ! To Hounslow - heath I point , and Bansted - down ...
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... ancient poets restrained ; that satire and comedy were become more just and useful ; that whatever extravagances were left on the stage , were owing to the ill taste of the nobility ; that poets , under due regulations , were in many ...
... ancient poets restrained ; that satire and comedy were become more just and useful ; that whatever extravagances were left on the stage , were owing to the ill taste of the nobility ; that poets , under due regulations , were in many ...
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... ancient , right , and sound , Or damn to all eternity at once , At ninety - nine a modern and a dunce ? ' We shall ... ancients like a heap of snow While you , to measure merits , look in Stowe , And estimating authors by the year ...
... ancient , right , and sound , Or damn to all eternity at once , At ninety - nine a modern and a dunce ? ' We shall ... ancients like a heap of snow While you , to measure merits , look in Stowe , And estimating authors by the year ...
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... ancient times conspired to disallow What then was new , what had been ancient now ? Or what remain'd , so worthy to be read By learned critics , of the mighty dead ? In days of ease , when now the weary sword Was sheath'd , and luxury ...
... ancient times conspired to disallow What then was new , what had been ancient now ? Or what remain'd , so worthy to be read By learned critics , of the mighty dead ? In days of ease , when now the weary sword Was sheath'd , and luxury ...
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Página 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Página 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Página 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
Página 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Página 11 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Página 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Página 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Página 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.
Página 306 - In vain ! They gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Página 305 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.