New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection ... from the Most Eminent Prose and Epistolary Writers ...C.& C. Whittingham, 1824 |
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... Taste . Occasioned by an Epistle of Mr. Pope's on the same Subject ... Bramstone . 94 To the Right Hon . Sir Spencer Compton ... Young . 104 To Mr. Pope , concerning the Authors of the Age . Young . 112 VOL . V. a Page .... Johnson ...
... Taste . Occasioned by an Epistle of Mr. Pope's on the same Subject ... Bramstone . 94 To the Right Hon . Sir Spencer Compton ... Young . 104 To Mr. Pope , concerning the Authors of the Age . Young . 112 VOL . V. a Page .... Johnson ...
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... Taste . An Essay . Spoken at the Anniver- sary Visitation of Tunbridge School , 1756 . Cawthorn . 131 The Antiquaries . A Tale ... Horace's First Satire Modernized , and addressed to Jacob Henriquez .... Character of Lothario ...
... Taste . An Essay . Spoken at the Anniver- sary Visitation of Tunbridge School , 1756 . Cawthorn . 131 The Antiquaries . A Tale ... Horace's First Satire Modernized , and addressed to Jacob Henriquez .... Character of Lothario ...
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... taste . I keep no antiquated stuff , But spick and span I have enough . Pray , do but give me leave to show ' em : Here's Colly Cibber's birthday poem . This ode you never yet have seen , By Stephen Duck upon the Queen . Then here's a ...
... taste . I keep no antiquated stuff , But spick and span I have enough . Pray , do but give me leave to show ' em : Here's Colly Cibber's birthday poem . This ode you never yet have seen , By Stephen Duck upon the Queen . Then here's a ...
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... taste prevails among us ; How much our ancestors outsung us ; Can personate an awkward scorn For those who are not poets born , And all their brother - dunces lash , Who crowd the press with hourly trash . O Grub - street ! how do I ...
... taste prevails among us ; How much our ancestors outsung us ; Can personate an awkward scorn For those who are not poets born , And all their brother - dunces lash , Who crowd the press with hourly trash . O Grub - street ! how do I ...
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... taste , and sense . Commas and points they set exactly right , And ' twere a sin to rob them of their mite ; Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel graced these ribalds , From slashing Bentley down to piddling Tibbalds : Each wight who reads not ...
... taste , and sense . Commas and points they set exactly right , And ' twere a sin to rob them of their mite ; Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel graced these ribalds , From slashing Bentley down to piddling Tibbalds : Each wight who reads not ...
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Seite 2 - A daring pilot in extremity; Pleased with the danger when the waves went high, He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands, to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide; Else, why should he, with wealth and honour blest, Refuse his age the needful hours of rest?
Seite 1 - A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Seite 363 - Much wonder'd that the silly sheep had found Such cause of terror in an empty sound, So sweet to huntsman, gentleman, and hound. MORAL. Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
Seite 336 - When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow.
Seite 87 - He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left: And He, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning: And He, whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not Poetry, but prose run mad: All these, my modest Satire bade translate, And own'd that nine such Poets made a late.
Seite 331 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The Souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...
Seite 333 - And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seemed in a bleeze, Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers...
Seite 331 - That ilka melder, wi' the miller, Thou sat as lang as thou had siller ; That ev'ry naig was ca'da shoe on, The smith and thee gat roaring fou on ; That at the Lord's house, ev'n on Sunday, Thou drank wi
Seite 82 - Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the laws, Imputes to me and my dainn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove?
Seite 2 - In friendship false, implacable in hate, Resolved to ruin or to rule the state...