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... half so fair , And I will trouble thee no more . Hide then that neck , and lip , and eye , Since thus resolved to shun pursuit ; For Love will follow , like the fly That always seeks the fairest fruit . From Lessing . I ASK'D my fair ...
... half so fair , And I will trouble thee no more . Hide then that neck , and lip , and eye , Since thus resolved to shun pursuit ; For Love will follow , like the fly That always seeks the fairest fruit . From Lessing . I ASK'D my fair ...
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... half escape it . Time need not fear to fly too slow , When he this useful loss discovers ; A pen's the only plume I know , That wings his pace for absent lovers . ' TULIPS AND ROSES . MY Rosa , from the latticed grove , Brought me a ...
... half escape it . Time need not fear to fly too slow , When he this useful loss discovers ; A pen's the only plume I know , That wings his pace for absent lovers . ' TULIPS AND ROSES . MY Rosa , from the latticed grove , Brought me a ...
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... half a minute to mend this coat , Which a nail has chanced to rend . ' " Tis ten o'clock , ' said his drowsy mate . ' I know , ' said Will , it is rather late , But it's never too late to mend ! ' MARRIAGE . HE who marries once may be ...
... half a minute to mend this coat , Which a nail has chanced to rend . ' " Tis ten o'clock , ' said his drowsy mate . ' I know , ' said Will , it is rather late , But it's never too late to mend ! ' MARRIAGE . HE who marries once may be ...
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... half . Sure that's enough to lose . From Martial . POOR poet Doggrel's house consumed by fire ! Is the muse pleased ? or father of the lyre ? O cruel fate ! what injury you do To burn the house , and not the master too ! -Hay . From ...
... half . Sure that's enough to lose . From Martial . POOR poet Doggrel's house consumed by fire ! Is the muse pleased ? or father of the lyre ? O cruel fate ! what injury you do To burn the house , and not the master too ! -Hay . From ...
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... half the way . TO A YOUNG LADY , Who spoke in praise of liberty . PERSUASIONS to freedom fall oddly from you ; If freedom we seek - fair Maria , adieu ! ON A LADY WHO WAS BLIND . THOUGH beauteous Flavia beaven deprives of sight To view ...
... half the way . TO A YOUNG LADY , Who spoke in praise of liberty . PERSUASIONS to freedom fall oddly from you ; If freedom we seek - fair Maria , adieu ! ON A LADY WHO WAS BLIND . THOUGH beauteous Flavia beaven deprives of sight To view ...
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Page 73 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Page 65 - THREE poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Page 212 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Page 73 - Shakspearc and Milton, like gods in the fight, Have put their whole drama and epic to flight ; In satires, epistles, and odes, would they cope. Their numbers retreat before Dryden and Pope ; And Johnson, well arm'd like a hero of yore, Has beat forty French, \ and will beat forty more...
Page 138 - But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead, — Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more — She had not died to-day.
Page 53 - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Page 148 - What can the cause be, when the king hath given His poet sack, the household will not pay? Are they so scanted in their store? — or driven For want of knowing the poet, to say him nay? Well, they should know him, would the king but grant His poet leave to sing his household true...
Page 89 - King George in a fright, Lest Gibbon should write The story of Britain's disgrace, Thought no means more sure His pen to secure, Than to give the historian a place.