Poetical Vagaries;: Containing An Ode to We, a Hackney'd Critick; Low Ambition, Or The Life and Death of Mr. Daw; ... and Vagaries Vindicated; a Poem, Addressed to the Reviewers;

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1814 - 217页
 

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第212页 - And they stoned Stephen, calling upon God, and saying, Lord Jesus, receive my spirit. And he kneeled down, and cried with a loud voice, Lord, lay not this sin to their charge. And when he had said this, he fell asleep.
第207页 - I have no intention to vilify or asperse any one ; for though everything is copied from the book of nature, and scarce a character or action produced which I have not taken from my own observations and experience ; yet I have used the utmost care to obscure the persons by such different circumstances, degrees, and...
第211页 - ... existed simultaneously before, driven to an extreme. But he would have admitted no final inconsistency. In Vagaries Vindicated he can write well in some noble passages of the clergy at their best, not unlike Chaucer, whose problem was similar. He claimed to be a true supporter of both Church and Crown: Religious tenets, to my latest breath, Such as I have, I'll keep, and smile at death; March gaily down my slope of life, and sing 'God prosper long Old England's Church and King!' (Vagaries Vindicated,...
第66页 - Drink, Paddies, drink to the Lady so shining! While flowret shall open, and bog-trotter dig, So long may the sweet Rose of Beauty be twining Around the Potato of proud Blarneygig ! While the plant vegetates, While Whiskey recreates, Wash down the root, from the horns that o'erflow ; Shake your shillalahs, boys ! Screeching drunk, scream your joys! Whack for O'Shaughnashane ! — Tooleywhagg, ho ! XVII. Time rolls his course...
第190页 - For grosser Laymen look on Womankind As Beings, like the Priesthood, more refine'd. And deem a Woman, and a Priest, no doubt, Alike unspotted, till alike found out. But how must indignation doubly boil When Priests our reverence for their Cloth would spoil ! — If an Impostor, — worst of Satan's leaven ! — Clad in the worldly livery of HEAVEN, Should drink, wench, gamble, bully, flatter, lie, Commit all crimes, — including Simony, — Must we not, then, to prove our zeal complete, The more...
第169页 - I'll allow you now to find fault with my face; for I'll swear your impudence has put me out of countenance. But look you here now, — where did you lose this gold bodkin ? Oh sister, sister! MRS. FRAIL. My bodkin! MRS. FORE. Nay, 'tis yours, look at it.
第20页 - Ah! Time, those raging heats, I find, Were the mere dog-star of my mind; How cool is retrospection! Youth's gaudy summer solstice o'er. Experience yields a mellow store, — An autumn of reflection!
第88页 - Don't, now, be after being coy ; Sit still upon my lap, dear joy ! And let us, at our breakfast, toy, For thou art Wife to me, Judy * ! And I am bound, by wedlock's chain, Thy humble sarvant to remain, Sir Tooleywhagg O'Shaughnashane, The Husband unto thee, Judy ! * The world has been much \w-Mary\l, of late, by modem Poets of prettiuess : — and we have innumerable sweet little Stanzas of Simplicity, ending with
第41页 - method in their madness," may, naturally, fall into similar strains of wildness, when handling subjects equally wild, and remote. — 'Tis a wild World, my masters ! — The Author of this Work, has, merely, adopted the Style which a northern GENIUS has, of late...
第19页 - twas thy sport To rack my brains, with sloe-juice port, And lectures out of number : There Freshman Folly quaffs, and sings, While graduate Dulness clogs thy wings With mathematic lumber.

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