The Works of J. S.G. Faulkner, 1735 |
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Pàgina 20
... Muse to grace thy Song , May'ft thou despise a Poet's Name . Of modeft Poets thou be firft , To filent Shades repeat thy Verse , Till Fame and Eccho almost burst , Yet hardly dare one Line rehearse . And laft , my Vengeance to compleat ...
... Muse to grace thy Song , May'ft thou despise a Poet's Name . Of modeft Poets thou be firft , To filent Shades repeat thy Verse , Till Fame and Eccho almost burst , Yet hardly dare one Line rehearse . And laft , my Vengeance to compleat ...
Pàgina 95
... Muse , But found him thus their Merit fcan , That Phebus must give Place to Pan : He values not the Poet's Praife , Nor will exchange his Plumbs for Bays : To Pan alone , rich Mifers call , And there's the Jeft , for Pan is ALL : Here ...
... Muse , But found him thus their Merit fcan , That Phebus must give Place to Pan : He values not the Poet's Praife , Nor will exchange his Plumbs for Bays : To Pan alone , rich Mifers call , And there's the Jeft , for Pan is ALL : Here ...
Pàgina 123
... Muse , Who now the wand'ring Pair pursues , Away they rode in homely Sort , Their Journey long , their Money short ; The loving Couple well bemir'd ; The Horfe and both the Riders tir'd : Their Their Victuals bad , their Lodging worse ...
... Muse , Who now the wand'ring Pair pursues , Away they rode in homely Sort , Their Journey long , their Money short ; The loving Couple well bemir'd ; The Horfe and both the Riders tir'd : Their Their Victuals bad , their Lodging worse ...
Pàgina 124
... Muse hath now no time to tell ' em . How Johnny wheadled , threatned , fawn'd , Till Phyllis all her Trinkets pawn'd : How oft the broke her Marriage Vows , In Kindness , to maintain her Spouse , Till Swains unwholfome spoil'd the Trade ...
... Muse hath now no time to tell ' em . How Johnny wheadled , threatned , fawn'd , Till Phyllis all her Trinkets pawn'd : How oft the broke her Marriage Vows , In Kindness , to maintain her Spouse , Till Swains unwholfome spoil'd the Trade ...
Pàgina 141
... Muse descending drop A Slice of Bread , and Mutton - Chop , Or kindly when his Credit's out , Surprize him with a Pint of Stout ; Or patch his broken Stocking Soals ; Or fend him in a Peck of Coals ; Exalted in his mighty Mind He flies ...
... Muse descending drop A Slice of Bread , and Mutton - Chop , Or kindly when his Credit's out , Surprize him with a Pint of Stout ; Or patch his broken Stocking Soals ; Or fend him in a Peck of Coals ; Exalted in his mighty Mind He flies ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 2 - Then the Bell rung, and I went down to put my Lady to Bed, And, God knows, I thought my Money was as safe as my Maidenhead. So when I came up again, I found my Pocket feel very light, But when I search'd, and miss'd my Purse, Lord! I thought I should have sunk outright: Lord! Madam, says Mary, how d'ye do? Indeed...
Pàgina 77 - A father, and the nymph his child. That innocent delight he took To see the virgin mind her book, Was but the master's secret joy In school to hear the finest boy.
Pàgina 41 - tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides. Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.
Pàgina 21 - ... BAUCIS AND PHILEMON. ON THE EVER-LAMENTED LOSS OF THE TWO YEWTREES IN THE PARISH OF CHILTHORNE, SOMERSET. 1706. IMITATED FROM THE EIGHTH BOOK OF OVID. la ancient times, as story tells, The saints would often leave their cells, And stroll about, but hide their quality, To try good people's hospitality. It...
Pàgina 76 - Cadenus many things had writ : Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his poetic works : Meantime the boy in secret lurks ; And, while the book was in her hand, The urchin from his private stand Took aim, and shot with all his strength A dart of such prodigious length, It pierc'd the feeble volume through, And deep transfix'd her bosom too.
Pàgina 76 - 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 Declin'd in health, advanc'd in years. She fancies music in his tongue; Nor farther looks, but thinks him young.
Pàgina 444 - In all our modern critics' jargon : Then talk with more authentic face Of unities, in time and place; Get scraps of Horace from your friends, And have them, at your fingers...
Pàgina 130 - His morning draughts till noon can swill, Among his brethren of the quill: With good roast beef his belly full, Grown lazy, foggy, fat, and dull, Deep sunk in plenty and delight, What poet e'er could take his flight? Or, stuff'd with phlegm up to the throat, What poet e'er could sing a note?
Pàgina 41 - While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And ever and anon with frightful din The leather sounds ; he trembles from within, So when Troy chairmen bore the wooden steed, Pregnant with Greeks impatient to be freed, (Those bully Greeks, who, as the moderns do, Instead of paying chairmen, ran them through,) Laocoon struck the outside with his spear, And each imprison'd hero quak'd for fear.
Pàgina 22 - Having through all the village past, To a small cottage came at last, Where dwelt a good old honest ye'man, Call'd in the neighbourhood Philemon ; Who kindly did these saints invite In his poor hut to pass the night ; And then the hospitable...