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... gives ten thousand dyes . Nor will life's stream for observation stay , It hurries all too fast to mark their way : In vain sedate reflections we would make , When half our knowledge we must snatch , not take . Oft in the passion's wild ...
... gives ten thousand dyes . Nor will life's stream for observation stay , It hurries all too fast to mark their way : In vain sedate reflections we would make , When half our knowledge we must snatch , not take . Oft in the passion's wild ...
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... the scaffold for the pile . In this one passion man can strength enjoy , As fits give vigor , just when they destroy . VOL . III . B 220 Time , that on all things lays his lenient hand Epist . I. Part . III . 17 MORAL ESSAYS .
... the scaffold for the pile . In this one passion man can strength enjoy , As fits give vigor , just when they destroy . VOL . III . B 220 Time , that on all things lays his lenient hand Epist . I. Part . III . 17 MORAL ESSAYS .
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... limbs , and shade my lifeless face : One would not , sure , be frightful when one's ' dead- And -- Betty - give this cheek a little red . ' 250 The Courtier smooth , who forty years had shin'd An 18 Epist . I. Part III . MORAL ESSAYS .
... limbs , and shade my lifeless face : One would not , sure , be frightful when one's ' dead- And -- Betty - give this cheek a little red . ' 250 The Courtier smooth , who forty years had shin'd An 18 Epist . I. Part III . MORAL ESSAYS .
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... give and I devise ' ( old Euclio said , " 256 And sigh'd ) my lands and tenements to Ned . ' " Your money , Sir ? ” — ' My money , Sir , what • all ? • Why — if I must- ( then wept ) I give it Paul . ' " The manor , Sir ? " The manor ...
... give and I devise ' ( old Euclio said , " 256 And sigh'd ) my lands and tenements to Ned . ' " Your money , Sir ? ” — ' My money , Sir , what • all ? • Why — if I must- ( then wept ) I give it Paul . ' " The manor , Sir ? " The manor ...
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... give The mighty blessing while we live to live . ' Then all for death , that opiate of the soul ! Lucretia's dagger , Rosamunda's bowl . Say , what can cause such impotence of mind ? A spark too fickle , or a spouse too kind . 75 80 85 ...
... give The mighty blessing while we live to live . ' Then all for death , that opiate of the soul ! Lucretia's dagger , Rosamunda's bowl . Say , what can cause such impotence of mind ? A spark too fickle , or a spouse too kind . 75 80 85 ...
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Page 132 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Page 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; 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 load, On wings of winds came flying...
Page 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 136 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 126 - 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?
Page 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Page 125 - 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.
Page 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Page 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.