The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, 43. cilt

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Sayfa 136 - Now all in haste they huddle on Their hoods, their cloaks, and get them gone ; But, first, the winner must invite The company to-morrow night. Unlucky madam, left in tears, (Who now again quadrille forswears,) With empty purse, and aching head, Steals to her sleeping spouse to bed.
Sayfa 214 - To give a young gentleman right education, The army's the only good school in the nation : My schoolmaster call'd me a dunce and a fool, But at cuffs I was always the cock of the school ; I never could take to my book for the blood o' me, And the puppy confess'd he expected no good o
Sayfa 35 - Because like a watch it always cries click ; Then woe be to those in the house who are sick : For, as sure as a gun, they will give up the ghost, If the maggot cries click when it scratches the post. But a kettle of scalding hot water injected Infallibly cures the timber affected : The omen is broken, the danger is over ; The maggot will die, and the sick will recover.
Sayfa 35 - That lies in old wood like a hare in her form ; With teeth or with claws it will bite or will scratch, And chambermaids christen this worm a deathwatch ; Because like a watch it always cries click ; Then woe be to those in the house who are sick : For, as sure as a gun, they will give up the ghost, If the maggot cries click when it scratches the post.
Sayfa 206 - Are oft but wisdom in machine. A stock may chance to wear a crown, And timber as a lord take place; A statue may put on a frown, And cheat us with a thinking face.
Sayfa 209 - Thus ended the Knight; thus began his meek wife: " It must, and it shall be a barrack, my life. I'm grown a mere mopus; no company comes But a rabble of tenants, and rusty dull rums.
Sayfa 98 - My ice-house rob, as heretofore, And steal my artichokes no more ; Poor Patty Blount no more be seen Bedraggled in my walks so green : Plump johnny Gay will now elope ; And here no more will dangle Pope.
Sayfa 105 - Her arguments directly tend Against the side she would defend: Will prove herself a Tory plain, From principles the Whigs maintain; And, to defend the Whiggish cause, Her topics from the Tories draws.
Sayfa 276 - Resolved to go thro' thick and thin. He lifts the lid: there needs no more, He smelt it all the time before. As, from within Pandora's box, When Epimetheus op'd the locks, A sudden universal crew...
Sayfa 154 - No more I hear my church's bell, Than if it rang out for my knell. ANSWER. Then write and read, 'twill do as well.

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