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answer appear beast beauty better bring Cadenus comes court Dean death delight divine doctor ends EPIGRAM eyes face fair fame fancy fate fault female fire fool friends gave give goddess grace grown half hand head hear heart honour hope keep kind king knew lady late learning leave less lies lines live look lord merit mind Muse nature ne'er never night nymph o'er once pain passion poem poets poor praise pride queen raise rest rhyme rise round rule seen sense shine side sing soon soul spirits spite stand Stella sure Swift talk taste taught tell thee things thou thought thousand told true truth turn Vanessa verse virtue wise write young
Sayfa 91 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St. John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, "I'm sorry— but we all must die!
Sayfa 82 - I believe them true: they argue no corrupted mind in him; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest is thought too base for human breast: " In all distresses of our friends, we first consult our private ends; while nature, kindly bent to ease us, points out some circumstance to please us.
Sayfa 74 - So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey ; And these have smaller still to bite 'em, And so proceed ad infinitum.
Sayfa 214 - With pains unknown increased her smart. Vanessa, not in years a score, Dreams of a gown of forty-four; Imaginary charms can find In eyes with reading almost blind: Cadenus now no more appears Declined in health, advanced in years. She fancies music in his tongue; Nor farther looks, but thinks him young.
Sayfa 54 - E'en Button's wits to worms shall turn, Who maggots were before. SONG BY A PERSON OF QUALITY Written in the Year 1733. FLUTTERING spread thy purple pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart ; I a slave in thy dominions ; Nature must give way to art. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days consuming, All beneath yon flowery rocks.
Sayfa 97 - LIBERTY was all his cry; for her he stood prepar'd to die; for her he boldly stood alone; for her he oft" expos'd his own. Two kingdoms, just as faction led, had set a price upon his head ; but not a traitor could be found, to sell him for six hundred pound.
Sayfa 241 - With cheerful face and inward grief; And though by Heaven's severe decree She suffers hourly more than me, No cruel master could require, From slaves employed for daily hire, What Stella, by her friendship warmed, With vigour and delight performed : My sinking spirits now supplies With cordials in her hands and eyes ; Now with a soft and silent tread Unheard she moves about my bed.
Sayfa 85 - To hear his out-of-fashion wit ? But he takes up with younger folks, Who for his wine will bear his jokes. Faith ! he must make his stories shorter, Or change his comrades once a quarter : In half the time he talks them round, There must another set be found.