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... , Why do the rifing furges fpread Their opening ranks o'er earth's fubmiffive head , Marching through different paths to different lands ? V. Why does the conftant fun With measur'd steps his V. Why 2:40 POEMS . PRIOR'S.
... , Why do the rifing furges fpread Their opening ranks o'er earth's fubmiffive head , Marching through different paths to different lands ? V. Why does the conftant fun With measur'd steps his V. Why 2:40 POEMS . PRIOR'S.
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... heads , and try What they should write , and how , and why , But I conceive , fuch folks are quite in Mistakes , in theory of writing . If once for principle ' tis laid , That thought is trouble to the head ; I argue thus : the world ...
... heads , and try What they should write , and how , and why , But I conceive , fuch folks are quite in Mistakes , in theory of writing . If once for principle ' tis laid , That thought is trouble to the head ; I argue thus : the world ...
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... head refolv'd the question ; While you and Pettis help'd the jest on . Your crabbed rogues , that read Lucretius , Are against gods , you know ; and teach us , The gods make not the poet ; but The thefis , vice - verfa put , Should ...
... head refolv'd the question ; While you and Pettis help'd the jest on . Your crabbed rogues , that read Lucretius , Are against gods , you know ; and teach us , The gods make not the poet ; but The thefis , vice - verfa put , Should ...
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... head . To the COUNTESS of DORSET . Written in her Milton . By Mr. Bradbury . SEE EE here how bright the first - born virgin shone , And how the first fond lover was undone . Such charming words , our beauteous mother spoke , As Milton ...
... head . To the COUNTESS of DORSET . Written in her Milton . By Mr. Bradbury . SEE EE here how bright the first - born virgin shone , And how the first fond lover was undone . Such charming words , our beauteous mother spoke , As Milton ...
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... head ; And will you pardon me , he said , While I the cruel truth reveal ? Which nothing from my breaft should tear ; Which never should offend your ear , But that you bid me tell . 2 ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus ' Tis PRIOR'S POEMS ...
... head ; And will you pardon me , he said , While I the cruel truth reveal ? Which nothing from my breaft should tear ; Which never should offend your ear , But that you bid me tell . 2 ' Tis thus I rove , ' tis thus ' Tis PRIOR'S POEMS ...
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Página 121 - To be vexed at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once and my passion you wrong: You take that for fact which will scarce be found wit: Od's life!
Página 128 - Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind; Let all her ways be unconfin'd; And clap your padlock — on her mind.
Página 122 - Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Página 100 - Or on Meander's bank, or Latmus' peak. But in this nymph, my friend, my sister know : She draws my arrows, and she bends my bow : Fair Thames she haunts, and every neighb'ring grove, Sacred to soft recess, and gentle love.
Página 122 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come: No matter what beauties I saw in my way; They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
Página 191 - Or if it be his fate to meet With folks who have more wealth than wit. He loves cheap port, and double bub, And settles in the Humdrum Club; He learns how stocks will fall or rise; Holds poverty the greatest vice ; Thinks wit the bane of conversation ; And says that learning spoils a nation.
Página 98 - To Me pertains not, She replies, To know or care where CUPID flies ; What are his Haunts, or which his Way ; Where He would dwell, or whither stray : Yet will I never set Thee free : For Harm was meant, and Harm to Me.
Página 33 - Till, patience vex'd, and legs grown weary, I thought it was in vain to tarry: But did opine it might be better, By penny-post to send a letter; Now if you miss of this epistle, I'm balk'd again, and may go whistle.
Página 130 - The Change, the City, or the Play, As each was proper for the day : A turn in summer to Hyde Park, When it grew tolerably dark.
Página 84 - S'en va tomber sous la foudre Qui dompta Lille, Courtrai; Gand, la superbe espagnole, Saint-Omer, Besançon, Dole, Ypres, Mastricht et Cambrai. Mes présages s'accomplissent : 11 commence à chanceler. Sous les coups qui retentissent Ses murs s'en vont s'écrouler.