The Works of J. S.G. Faulkner, 1735 |
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... round ; And in a Corner of Mrs. Duke's Box , ty'd in a Rag , the Money was found . So , next Morning we told † Whittle , and he fell a fwearing ; Then my Dame 5 Wadgar came , and fhe , you know , is thick of Hearing : Earl of Berkeley's ...
... round ; And in a Corner of Mrs. Duke's Box , ty'd in a Rag , the Money was found . So , next Morning we told † Whittle , and he fell a fwearing ; Then my Dame 5 Wadgar came , and fhe , you know , is thick of Hearing : Earl of Berkeley's ...
Pàgina 15
... there corrupting to a Wound , Spreads Leprofy and Baldness round . So have I seen a batter'd Beau , By Age and Claps grown cold as Snow , Whole Whofe Breath , or Touch , where'er he came , Poems of feveral Occafions .
... there corrupting to a Wound , Spreads Leprofy and Baldness round . So have I seen a batter'd Beau , By Age and Claps grown cold as Snow , Whole Whofe Breath , or Touch , where'er he came , Poems of feveral Occafions .
Pàgina 22
... round ; Yet ( what was wonderful ) they found " Twas ftill replenish'd to the Top , As if they ne'er had touch'd a Drop . The good old Couple was amaz'd , And often on each other gaz'd : For both were frighted to the Heart , And just ...
... round ; Yet ( what was wonderful ) they found " Twas ftill replenish'd to the Top , As if they ne'er had touch'd a Drop . The good old Couple was amaz'd , And often on each other gaz'd : For both were frighted to the Heart , And just ...
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... round fo quick you scarce could fee't ; Now flacken'd by fome fecret Pow'r , Can hardly move an Inch an Hour . The Jack and Chimney near ally'd , Had never left each other's Side ; The Chimney to a Steeple grown , The Jack would not be ...
... round fo quick you scarce could fee't ; Now flacken'd by fome fecret Pow'r , Can hardly move an Inch an Hour . The Jack and Chimney near ally'd , Had never left each other's Side ; The Chimney to a Steeple grown , The Jack would not be ...
Pàgina 34
... round , But no fuch Houfe was to be found : One asks the Watermen hard by , Where may the Poet's Palace lie ? Another , of the Thames enquires , If he has feen its gilded Spires ? At length they in the Rubbish fpy A Thing resembling a ...
... round , But no fuch Houfe was to be found : One asks the Watermen hard by , Where may the Poet's Palace lie ? Another , of the Thames enquires , If he has feen its gilded Spires ? At length they in the Rubbish fpy A Thing resembling a ...
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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...