The British Martial: Or, An Anthology of English Epigrams: Being the Largest Collection Ever Published. With Some Originals, 第 1 卷R. Phillips, 1806 |
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... seal'd with dust , They preach- " In greatness is no trust . " LVI . ON A CERTAIN POET . Pride is his pity , artifice his praise , A masque his virtue , and his fame a blaze ; Insult his charity , his friendship fear ; And nothing 25.
... seal'd with dust , They preach- " In greatness is no trust . " LVI . ON A CERTAIN POET . Pride is his pity , artifice his praise , A masque his virtue , and his fame a blaze ; Insult his charity , his friendship fear ; And nothing 25.
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... fame : When none shall rail , and ev'ry lay Devote a wreath to thee ; The day ( for come it will ) that day Shall I lament to see ! CLI . ON A BEAUTIFUL BUT MALICIOUS YOUNG LADY . Mistaken nature here has join'd A beauteous face , an ...
... fame : When none shall rail , and ev'ry lay Devote a wreath to thee ; The day ( for come it will ) that day Shall I lament to see ! CLI . ON A BEAUTIFUL BUT MALICIOUS YOUNG LADY . Mistaken nature here has join'd A beauteous face , an ...
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... heav'n like Enoch stood , And , thro ' the paths of knowledge , walk'd with GOD ; Who made his fame a sea without a shore , And but forsool : one world - to know the laws of more . CLXII . WRITTEN BY A LADY IN HER PRAYER - 73.
... heav'n like Enoch stood , And , thro ' the paths of knowledge , walk'd with GOD ; Who made his fame a sea without a shore , And but forsool : one world - to know the laws of more . CLXII . WRITTEN BY A LADY IN HER PRAYER - 73.
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... fame , Will tell the truth , these fiends to shame , Who make such pother with a jest , - A silly wasp mistook her nest . CLXX . THE DIVINE BEAT AT HIS OWN WEAPONS . While the good priest with eyes devoutly clos'd , Left on the book the ...
... fame , Will tell the truth , these fiends to shame , Who make such pother with a jest , - A silly wasp mistook her nest . CLXX . THE DIVINE BEAT AT HIS OWN WEAPONS . While the good priest with eyes devoutly clos'd , Left on the book the ...
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... FAME . What's fame with men , by custom of the nation , Is call'd in woman only reputation ; About them both , why keep we such a pother ? Part you with one , and I'll renounce the other . CLXXIV . ON A DULL WRITER . You beat your pate ...
... FAME . What's fame with men , by custom of the nation , Is call'd in woman only reputation ; About them both , why keep we such a pother ? Part you with one , and I'll renounce the other . CLXXIV . ON A DULL WRITER . You beat your pate ...
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am'rous APICIUS Arachne ARETIN arms Bavius beauty Behold betimes blest boast breast bright CATULLUS charms Charon Chloe church cries cry'd cuckold Cupid cure dear death diff'rent divine Domitian dy'd e'er Epigram Epigrammatists EPITAPH Ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear flame flies fool forbear give grace head heart heav'n HIPPONAX Hymen Jack KILL OR CURE kind kiss LADY'S learn'd lies live Lord lov'd lover maid MARRIED meat muse nature ne'er never nymph o'er once pain Pallas parson passion PHRYNE pity pleas'd poet poor pow'r pride Procris proud quoth scorn shew shine SIMILE smiles soft soul spouse Strephon sure sweet t'other tail taste tell thee thine thing Thomas thou art thought thro turn'd Twas twill Venus verse vext virtue Whilst whore wife wise woman wou'd wound wretch YOUNG LADY
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第 3 頁 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
第 120 頁 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
第 16 頁 - Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
第 56 頁 - And yet the tender fool's in tears, When she believes I'll leave her : Would I were free from this restraint, Or else had hopes to win her : Would she could make of me a saint, Or I of her a sinner !" What a conquering air there is about these ! What an irresistible Mr.
第 220 頁 - As those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life at last — but breathing clay, Without one pang, is glad to fall away. Unhappy he who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd lingering on from partial death to death, Till dying, all he can resign is breath.
第 230 頁 - See ! see, she wakes — Sabina wakes ! And now the sun begins to rise ? Less glorious is the morn, that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. With light united, day they give ; But different fates ere night fulfil : How many by his warmth will live ! How many will her coldness kill !
第 15 頁 - In vain, poor sable son of woe, Thou seek'st the tender tear ; From thee in vain with pangs they flow, For mercy dwells not here. From cannibals thou fled'st in vain ; Lawyers less quarter give ; The first won't eat you till you're slain, The last will do't alive.
第 38 頁 - FALSE though She be to me and Love; I'll ne'er pursue revenge! For still the Charmer I approve; Though I deplore her change! In hours of bliss, we oft have met; They could not always last! And though the present I regret; I'm grateful for the past!
第 42 頁 - I'll tell the signs by which you may The wandering shepherdess discover. " Coquet and coy at once her air, Both studied, though both seem neglected; Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected. " With skill her eyes dart every glance, Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them ; For she'd persuade they wound by chance.
第 229 頁 - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give ; See him, when starved to death and turn'd to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown, He ask'd for bread, and he received a stone.