A commonplace book of epigrams analytically arranged, Ausgabe 426 |
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... pictures we descry Venus standing Vulcan by . TO CHLOE . DEAR Chloe , well I know the swain Who gladly would embrace thy chain , And who , alas ! can blame him ? Affect not , Chloe , a surprise : Look but 14 . EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
... pictures we descry Venus standing Vulcan by . TO CHLOE . DEAR Chloe , well I know the swain Who gladly would embrace thy chain , And who , alas ! can blame him ? Affect not , Chloe , a surprise : Look but 14 . EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
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... so much surprise , When every common fool must know , That Cupid always drew a bow ? PRINTERS ' KISSES . Print on my lip another kiss , The picture of thy glowing passion ; 1 Nay , this won't do - nor this - nor 32 38 EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
... so much surprise , When every common fool must know , That Cupid always drew a bow ? PRINTERS ' KISSES . Print on my lip another kiss , The picture of thy glowing passion ; 1 Nay , this won't do - nor this - nor 32 38 EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
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... picture is here , What think you , my love , don't it strike you ? I can't say it does , just at present , my dear , But I think it soon will , ' tis so like you . CONNUBIAL AFTECTION . IT is a maxim in the schools , That women always ...
... picture is here , What think you , my love , don't it strike you ? I can't say it does , just at present , my dear , But I think it soon will , ' tis so like you . CONNUBIAL AFTECTION . IT is a maxim in the schools , That women always ...
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... picture , you'd think that it breathes ! What life ! what expression ! what spirit ! It wants but a tongue . ' Oh no ! ' said the spouse , ' That want is its principal merit . ' CONNUBIAL COMPANY . ' My dear , what makes you always yawn ...
... picture , you'd think that it breathes ! What life ! what expression ! what spirit ! It wants but a tongue . ' Oh no ! ' said the spouse , ' That want is its principal merit . ' CONNUBIAL COMPANY . ' My dear , what makes you always yawn ...
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... PICTURE OF PHILOCTETES BY PARRHASIUS . From the Greek . YOUR art , ingenious painter , can renew , The hero's sorrows , and his death - like hue , Trace in the hollow eye the lingering tear , That EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW . 55.
... PICTURE OF PHILOCTETES BY PARRHASIUS . From the Greek . YOUR art , ingenious painter , can renew , The hero's sorrows , and his death - like hue , Trace in the hollow eye the lingering tear , That EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW . 55.
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Seite 73 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Seite 65 - 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.
Seite 212 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Seite 73 - Shakspearc and Milton, like gods in the fight, Have put their whole drama and epic to flight ; In satires, epistles, and odes, would they cope. Their numbers retreat before Dryden and Pope ; And Johnson, well arm'd like a hero of yore, Has beat forty French, \ and will beat forty more...
Seite 138 - But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead, — Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more — She had not died to-day.
Seite 53 - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Seite 148 - What can the cause be, when the king hath given His poet sack, the household will not pay? Are they so scanted in their store? — or driven For want of knowing the poet, to say him nay? Well, they should know him, would the king but grant His poet leave to sing his household true...
Seite 89 - King George in a fright, Lest Gibbon should write The story of Britain's disgrace, Thought no means more sure His pen to secure, Than to give the historian a place.