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your duty , First did drinking joys ordain : Let kindness aid vour beauty , 1 . ...
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check ' d his By Phillip ' s warlike son ; Aloft in awful state , AIR . The godlike hero
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His valiant peers were plac ' d around ; Fall ' n from his high cstate : Their brows
with roses ...
Again their charins recover , Bacchus , ever gay and young , Would you secure
your duty , First did drinking joys ordain : Let kindness aid vour beauty , 1 . ...
Twas at the royal feast , for Persia won Then thus he chang ' d his song , and
check ' d his By Phillip ' s warlike son ; Aloft in awful state , AIR . The godlike hero
sate See Darius great and good , On his imperial throne : By too severe a fate ,
His valiant peers were plac ' d around ; Fall ' n from his high cstate : Their brows
with roses ...
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262 ÆäÀÌÁö - And terror on my aching s'ight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
509 ÆäÀÌÁö - From nature too I take my rule, To shun contempt and ridicule. I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. Can grave and formal pass for wise, When men the solemn owl despise? My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much, must talk in vain.
430 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dr. Swift had been observing once to Mr. Gay, what an odd pretty sort of a thing a Newgate Pastoral might make. Gay was inclined to try at such a thing for some time; but afterwards thought it would be better to write a comedy on the same plan. This was what gave rise to the Beggar's Opera.
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - I made me great works ; I builded me houses ; I planted me vineyards : I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits : I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees...
430 ÆäÀÌÁö - The person who acted Polly, till then obscure, became all at once the favourite of the town ; her pictures were engraved, and sold in great numbers ; her life written, books of VOL
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
430 ÆäÀÌÁö - Its reception is thus recorded in the notes to the "Dunciad":— "This piece was received with greater applause than was ever known. Besides being acted in London sixty-three days without interruption, and renewed the next season with equal applause, it spread into all the great towns of England; was played in many places to the thirtieth and fortieth time; at Bath and Bristol fifty, etc.
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise; See the snakes that they rear. How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
319 ÆäÀÌÁö - A new Version of the Psalms of David, fitted to the Tunes used in Churches...