A commonplace book of epigrams analytically arranged, Issue 426 |
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... , And she who meant no mischief , does it all . ON THE DEATH OF AN EPICURE . AT length , my friends , the feast of life is o'er , I've eat sufficient , I can drink no more : My night is come ; I've spent a jovial day EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
... , And she who meant no mischief , does it all . ON THE DEATH OF AN EPICURE . AT length , my friends , the feast of life is o'er , I've eat sufficient , I can drink no more : My night is come ; I've spent a jovial day EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
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... o'er my heart ; That a sullen indifference will dwell on my eye When thy beauty begins to depart . Shall thy graces , O Cynthia ! that gladden my day , And brighten the gloom of the night , Till life be extinguish'd , from memory stray ...
... o'er my heart ; That a sullen indifference will dwell on my eye When thy beauty begins to depart . Shall thy graces , O Cynthia ! that gladden my day , And brighten the gloom of the night , Till life be extinguish'd , from memory stray ...
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... o'er , And the writing was quickly effaced . Yet this emblem of love , though so frail That the water soon swept it away , Not so soon , O thou false one , did fail As the passion ' twas meant to display . HERRICK , ON HIS GREY HAIRS ...
... o'er , And the writing was quickly effaced . Yet this emblem of love , though so frail That the water soon swept it away , Not so soon , O thou false one , did fail As the passion ' twas meant to display . HERRICK , ON HIS GREY HAIRS ...
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... o'er the landscape around . Yet , tho ' brief was the moment , ' twas fatal to me , For that moment the peace of my bosom destroy'd : Now in feverish slumbers her image I see , And , waking , my soul feels a sorrowful void . Thus , when ...
... o'er the landscape around . Yet , tho ' brief was the moment , ' twas fatal to me , For that moment the peace of my bosom destroy'd : Now in feverish slumbers her image I see , And , waking , my soul feels a sorrowful void . Thus , when ...
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... O'er yielding beauty pours its midnight ray ; Yet Fanny's charms could Time's slow flight beguile , Soothe every care , and make this dungeon smile : In her what kings , what saints have wish'd , is given , Her heart is empire , and her ...
... O'er yielding beauty pours its midnight ray ; Yet Fanny's charms could Time's slow flight beguile , Soothe every care , and make this dungeon smile : In her what kings , what saints have wish'd , is given , Her heart is empire , and her ...
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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...
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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.