The Modern Dunciad: Virgil in London and Other PoemsPickering, 1835 - 342ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... glory and grace of his age ; last , an . forswore podry Brian — the shield of the Emerald Isle and Insht The Lion incens'd was a lamb to his rage !! The Dove was an Eagle compar'd to his smile !!! atory Tribute on enemies ! hater of war ...
... glory and grace of his age ; last , an . forswore podry Brian — the shield of the Emerald Isle and Insht The Lion incens'd was a lamb to his rage !! The Dove was an Eagle compar'd to his smile !!! atory Tribute on enemies ! hater of war ...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö
... glory ' " * praisé and he eloquence but he warn fulsome prose , more fulsome than thy Lays , no dunce With strong mercurial pow'r , which all must dread , in any e se 66 Thy touch turns gold and silver into lead . en , at thy name what ...
... glory ' " * praisé and he eloquence but he warn fulsome prose , more fulsome than thy Lays , no dunce With strong mercurial pow'r , which all must dread , in any e se 66 Thy touch turns gold and silver into lead . en , at thy name what ...
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... glory in his shame ? " So Vulcan , in a jealous pet , Caught Mars and Venus in a net ; Then further mischief brewing ; Invited ( rude uncivil bear ! ) The gods and goddesses to stare , And laugh at their undoing . " Happeurs putts of 26 ...
... glory in his shame ? " So Vulcan , in a jealous pet , Caught Mars and Venus in a net ; Then further mischief brewing ; Invited ( rude uncivil bear ! ) The gods and goddesses to stare , And laugh at their undoing . " Happeurs putts of 26 ...
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... ; Thou hast seen thy glory set , When shall it arise again ? " O day and night , but this is wondrous strange ! " claims some astonished reader , uninitiated in the mys- af Pratt was a poor vain . egolistical foo poetaster.
... ; Thou hast seen thy glory set , When shall it arise again ? " O day and night , but this is wondrous strange ! " claims some astonished reader , uninitiated in the mys- af Pratt was a poor vain . egolistical foo poetaster.
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... glory's brightest meed , Whose glowing verse immortaliz'd the deed . Far as th ' Atlantic rolls his rapid stream , A race shall hail the poet and his theme ; And waft the sound to Guinea's distant shore , That tells her children they ...
... glory's brightest meed , Whose glowing verse immortaliz'd the deed . Far as th ' Atlantic rolls his rapid stream , A race shall hail the poet and his theme ; And waft the sound to Guinea's distant shore , That tells her children they ...
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98 ÆäÀÌÁö - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right ; But bow'd his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose : And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account ; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
335 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind ? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend, To me thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - There's not a wretch that lives on common charity But's happier than me : For I have known The luscious sweets of plenty; every night Have slept with soft content about my head, And never wak'd but to a joyful morning ; Yet now must fall like a full ear of corn, Whose blossom 'scap'd, yet's wither'd in the ripening.