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... sent to Newgate , A Vindication of the Libel , & c . A friendly Apology for Hartley Hutchinson , Horace , Part of Book I. Sat. 4 , paraphrased , Verses sent to the Dean by Dr. Sican , · Epigram by Mr. Bowyer , intended to be placed ...
... sent to Newgate , A Vindication of the Libel , & c . A friendly Apology for Hartley Hutchinson , Horace , Part of Book I. Sat. 4 , paraphrased , Verses sent to the Dean by Dr. Sican , · Epigram by Mr. Bowyer , intended to be placed ...
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... sent to Quilca down to graze ; Where mirth , and exercise , and air , Will soon your appetite repair : The nutriment will from within , Round all your body , plump your skin ; Will agitate the lazy flood , And fill your veins with ...
... sent to Quilca down to graze ; Where mirth , and exercise , and air , Will soon your appetite repair : The nutriment will from within , Round all your body , plump your skin ; Will agitate the lazy flood , And fill your veins with ...
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... Sent Mercury to get another . Prometheus on a rock is laid , Tied with a chain himself had made , On icy Caucasus to shiver , While vultures eat his growing liver , III . Ye pow'rs of Grub - street , make me able Discreetly to apply ...
... Sent Mercury to get another . Prometheus on a rock is laid , Tied with a chain himself had made , On icy Caucasus to shiver , While vultures eat his growing liver , III . Ye pow'rs of Grub - street , make me able Discreetly to apply ...
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... sent from hence , Made your sons converts both to God and sense : Not like the pastors of thy ravenous breed , Who come to fleece the flocks , and not to feed , Wretched Ierne ! with what grief I see The fatal changes Time has made iu ...
... sent from hence , Made your sons converts both to God and sense : Not like the pastors of thy ravenous breed , Who come to fleece the flocks , and not to feed , Wretched Ierne ! with what grief I see The fatal changes Time has made iu ...
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... sent the magpie from the British soil , With restless beak thy blooming fruit to spoil ; To din thine ears with unharmonious clack , And haunt thy holy walls in white and black . What else are those thou seest in bishop's geer , Who ...
... sent the magpie from the British soil , With restless beak thy blooming fruit to spoil ; To din thine ears with unharmonious clack , And haunt thy holy walls in white and black . What else are those thou seest in bishop's geer , Who ...
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Página 147 - To fancy they could live a year! I find you're but a stranger here. The Dean was famous in his time, And had a kind of knack at rhyme. His way of writing now is past; The town has got a better taste; I keep no antiquated stuff, But spick and span I have enough. Pray do but give me leave to show 'em, Here Colley Gibber's birth-day poem.
Página 147 - tis hardly understood Which way my death can do them good, Yet thus, methinks, I hear them speak : " See, how the Dean begins to break ! Poor gentleman he droops apace ! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. 'Besides, his memory decays : He recollects not what he says...
Página 24 - Give no more to every guest, Than he's able to digest; Give him always of the prime; And but little at a time. Carve to all but just enough: Let them neither starve nor stuff: And, that you may have your due, Let your neighbours carve for you.
Página 150 - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed 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.
Página 147 - Despis'd the Fools with Stars and Garters, "So often seen caressing Chartres: "He never courted Men in Station, "Nor Persons had in Admiration; "Of no Man's Greatness was afraid, "Because he sought for no Man's Aid.
Página 146 - Tis all on me a usurpation. I have no title to aspire ; Yet, when you sink, I seem the highe'r.. 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 i'J I grieve to be outdone by Gay In my own humorous biting way.
Página 147 - I'll venture for the Vole.) Six Deans they say must bear the pall. (I wish I knew what King to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Página 147 - Yet should some neighbour feel a pain Just in the parts where I complain, How many a message would he send ! What hearty prayers that I should mend...
Página 8 - Which can, in spite of all decays, Support a few remaining days ; From not the gravest of divines Accept for once some serious lines. Although we now can form no more Long schemes of life, as heretofore ; Yet you, while time is running fast, Can look with joy on what is past. Were future happiness and pain...
Página 147 - Suppose me dead; and then suppose A Club assembled at the Rose; Where from Discourse of this and that, I grow the Subject of their Chat: And, while they toss my Name about, With Favour some, and some without; One quite...