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... throne , And thence with neither tafte or wit , By powerful catcall from the pit , Knock'd farce , and play , and actor down . - Who pass'd the sentence then ? — the Town . So now each upstart puny elf Talks of the world , and means ...
... throne , And thence with neither tafte or wit , By powerful catcall from the pit , Knock'd farce , and play , and actor down . - Who pass'd the sentence then ? — the Town . So now each upstart puny elf Talks of the world , and means ...
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... throne . Goblets of nectar thy glad fire prepares , And thee , his faireft , nobleft fon declares ; While ev'ry god fits rapt , Latona's breast Beats with fuperior joy , and hails her son confest . C 2 Thrice Thrice bleft Latona ! from ...
... throne . Goblets of nectar thy glad fire prepares , And thee , his faireft , nobleft fon declares ; While ev'ry god fits rapt , Latona's breast Beats with fuperior joy , and hails her son confest . C 2 Thrice Thrice bleft Latona ! from ...
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... throne of tafte , Nor dulnefs lay the realms of genius waftel No bouncing crackers ape the thund'rer's fire , No tumbler float upon the bending wire ! » More natural uses to the stage belong , Than tumblers , monsters , pantomime , or ...
... throne of tafte , Nor dulnefs lay the realms of genius waftel No bouncing crackers ape the thund'rer's fire , No tumbler float upon the bending wire ! » More natural uses to the stage belong , Than tumblers , monsters , pantomime , or ...
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... throne . In fecond rank , the light which strikes the eyes , Rais'd to the first , grows dim , and feebly dies . From war's ftern foldier , active , firm , and brave , He funk a monarch , pleasure's abject slave . Lull'd with soft ease ...
... throne . In fecond rank , the light which strikes the eyes , Rais'd to the first , grows dim , and feebly dies . From war's ftern foldier , active , firm , and brave , He funk a monarch , pleasure's abject slave . Lull'd with soft ease ...
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... throne ; Revolted Paris , deaf to kingly awe , Within her gates the crouding ftranger faw . Through all the city burst rebellion's flame ; And all was loft , when virtuous BOURBON came ; Came , full of warlike ardour , to restore That ...
... throne ; Revolted Paris , deaf to kingly awe , Within her gates the crouding ftranger faw . Through all the city burst rebellion's flame ; And all was loft , when virtuous BOURBON came ; Came , full of warlike ardour , to restore That ...
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againſt Apollo Bard beſt bleft BONNELL THORNTON breaſt Cambridge cauſe Chriſt Church Coll Comm Cornelius Gallus Delos e'en e'er eaſe ENVY Eſq ev'ry eyes facred fame fhall fhew fhou'd fibi fide filent fing firſt fome fons fools foul ftill ftrong fuch fure genius Gent George grace hæc heart himſelf Honourable inglorius John juſt king Lady Latona Lord lyre madneſs maſter meaſure Mifs moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers o'er Ovid fe Oxon paffions pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe preſent profe Propertius Quam raiſe riſe ſcene ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtage ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtrike taſte thee themſelves theſe thine Thomas Thomas Salter thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Trin truth uſe verfe verſe whofe Whoſe William WILLIAM HOGARTH wiſhes wou'd youth
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