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... These only ftrain their motley wits In gathering patches , fhreds , and bits , To wrap their barren fancies in , And make a claffic Harlequin . Were I at once impower'd to fhew My utmost vengeance on my foe , To punish with extremeft ...
... These only ftrain their motley wits In gathering patches , fhreds , and bits , To wrap their barren fancies in , And make a claffic Harlequin . Were I at once impower'd to fhew My utmost vengeance on my foe , To punish with extremeft ...
第8页
... ear of kings : “ These have indulg'd the mufe's flight , " Nor loft their time or credit by't ; " Nor fuffer'd fancy's dreams to prey " On the due bufinefs of the day . " Verse " Verse was to them a recreation " Us'd but [ 8 ]
... ear of kings : “ These have indulg'd the mufe's flight , " Nor loft their time or credit by't ; " Nor fuffer'd fancy's dreams to prey " On the due bufinefs of the day . " Verse " Verse was to them a recreation " Us'd but [ 8 ]
第26页
... These catch the cadence of his rhymes , And borne from earth by Pope's ftrong wings , Their Muse aspires , and boldly flings Her dirt up in the face of kings . In these the spleen of Pope we find ; But In [ 26 ] Others, who aim at fancy ...
... These catch the cadence of his rhymes , And borne from earth by Pope's ftrong wings , Their Muse aspires , and boldly flings Her dirt up in the face of kings . In these the spleen of Pope we find ; But In [ 26 ] Others, who aim at fancy ...
第27页
Robert Lloyd. In these the spleen of Pope we find ; But where the greatness of his mind ? His numbers are their whole pretence , Mere strangers to his manly sense . Some few , the fav'rites of the Muse , Whom with her kindeft eye fhe ...
Robert Lloyd. In these the spleen of Pope we find ; But where the greatness of his mind ? His numbers are their whole pretence , Mere strangers to his manly sense . Some few , the fav'rites of the Muse , Whom with her kindeft eye fhe ...
第30页
... These low retainers to their fame . What task can dulnefs e'er affect So eafy , as to write correct ? Poets , ' tis faid , are fure to split By too much or too little wit ; So , to avoid th ' extremes of either , They miss their mark ...
... These low retainers to their fame . What task can dulnefs e'er affect So eafy , as to write correct ? Poets , ' tis faid , are fure to split By too much or too little wit ; So , to avoid th ' extremes of either , They miss their mark ...
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