Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join Book ii. Epistle i. Line 266. The last and greatest art, the art to blot. Book ii. Epistle i. Line 280. The many-headed monster of the pit. Book ii. Epistle i. Line 304. Years following years steal something every day ; The vulgar boil, the learned roast an egg. Book ii. Epistle ii. Line 72. Book ii. Epistle ii. Line 85. Book ii. Epistle ii. Line 163. Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke. Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died. Book iv. Ode 9. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night : Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton. THE DUNCIAD. O thou! whatever title please thine ear, Booki. Line 21. N And solid pudding against empty praise. Book i. Line 54. Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, Book i. Line 89. Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. Book i. Line 94. Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll Book i. Line 127. How index-learning turns no student pale, Book i. Line 279. And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke. Book ii. Line 34. All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame. Book iii. Line 158. Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous ;*-answer him ye owls. Book iii. Line 165. A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits. Book iv. Line 92. The right divine of kings to govern wrong. Book iv. Line 188. Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read; For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, Book iv. Line 249. Making night hideous. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. Led by my hand, he sauntered Europe round, Book iv. Line 311. Judicious drank, and greatly daring dined. Book iv. Line 318. Stretched on the rack of a too easy chair, E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, Book iv. Line 342. Book iv. Line 14. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Book iv. Line 643. ELOISA TO ABELARD. Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, Line 51. Line 57. Curse on all laws but those which love has made, Line 74 And love the offender yet detest the offence. Line 192. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Line 273. See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll; He best can paint them who shall feel them most. * Priests, tapers, temples, swam before my sight. Ibid. EDMUND SMITH. Phædra and Hippolytus. Vital spark of heavenly flame, Quit, O quit this mortal frame. The Dying Christian to his Soul. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away! Ibid. Tell me, my soul, can this be death? Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly ! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting? Ibid. Ibid. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. Ode on Solitude. What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, And bear about the mockery of woe Ibid. Line 51. To midnight dances, and the public show. Ibid. Line 57. How loved, how honoured once, avails thee not, |