Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1787 |
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Æsop ALEXANDER POPE B-ps bards beau Behold better bipes brute CATULLUS Celia charms beneath Chloe church chuse cloud COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON court crown damn'd Dean dear design'd Dick diff'rent divine Drapier Drapier's Letters Dublin Duke dullest beast DUNCIAD dy'd ev'ry eyes face fame fav'rite fill'd foes fools foul friends give goddess gown grace half hath head hear heart Heav'n hell human-kind Jove Lady lash'd learn'd LESBIA long-ear'd beast Lord mortal Muse ne'er never night nose numbers nymph o'er Ovid panegyrics plac'd Poem poets Poor Pope pow'r praise pray pride rhyme Robin rogue round shame Sheridan shew sick spite spleen stink Strephon swear Swift tell thee thou thought thousand thro Tis true town Traulus turn'd Twas Twickenham twill verse virtues Volume whene'er Whig wise writ write Written
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第 45 頁 - 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.
第 56 頁 - He gave the little wealth he had To build a house for fools and mad : To show, by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much. That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better : And since you dread no farther lashes, Methinki you may forgive his ashes.
第 40 頁 - In Pope I cannot read a line But with a sigh I wish it mine; When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six, It gives me such a jealous fit I cry, 'Pox take him and his wit!
第 41 頁 - Thus much may serve by way of proem ; Proceed we therefore to our poem. The time is not remote, when I Must by the course of nature die ? When, I foresee, my special friends Will try to find their private ends...
第 158 頁 - 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.
第 39 頁 - As Rochefoucault his maxims drew from nature, 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.
第 49 頁 - em; But this I know, all people bought 'em; As with a moral view design'd To cure the vices of mankind: His vein, ironically grave, Expos'd the fool, and lash'd the knave: To steal a hint was never known, But what he writ was all his own.
第 107 頁 - And here a simile comes pat in ; Though chickens take a month to fatten, The guests in less than half an hour Will more than half a score devour. So, after toiling twenty days To earn a stock of pence and praise, Thy labours, grown the...
第 157 頁 - Twas doubtful which was rain, and which was dust. Ah ! where must needy poet seek for aid, When dust and rain at once his coat invade...
第 42 頁 - His stomach, too, begins to fail : Last year we thought him strong and hale ; But now he's quite another thing : I wish he may hold out till spring...