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... fates have wrapt in night . Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law , Or some frail China jar receive a flaw ; Or stain her honour , or her new brocade ; Forget her pray'rs , or miss a masquerade ; Or lose her heart , or necklace , at ...
... fates have wrapt in night . Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law , Or some frail China jar receive a flaw ; Or stain her honour , or her new brocade ; Forget her pray'rs , or miss a masquerade ; Or lose her heart , or necklace , at ...
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... Fate . CANTO III 130 135 140 CLOSE by those meads , for ever crown'd with flow'rs , Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs , There stands a structure of majestic frame , Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name ...
... Fate . CANTO III 130 135 140 CLOSE by those meads , for ever crown'd with flow'rs , Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs , There stands a structure of majestic frame , Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name ...
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... fate more hard Gain'd but one trump , and one Plebeian card . With his broad sabre next , a chief in years , The hoary Majesty of Spades appears , Puts forth one manly leg , to sight reveal'd , The rest , his many - colour'd robe ...
... fate more hard Gain'd but one trump , and one Plebeian card . With his broad sabre next , a chief in years , The hoary Majesty of Spades appears , Puts forth one manly leg , to sight reveal'd , The rest , his many - colour'd robe ...
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... fate o'erwhelms them all . The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts , 80 85 90 And wins ( oh shameful chance ! ) the Queen of Hearts . At this , the blood the virgin's cheek forsook , A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look ; She ...
... fate o'erwhelms them all . The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts , 80 85 90 And wins ( oh shameful chance ! ) the Queen of Hearts . At this , the blood the virgin's cheek forsook , A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look ; She ...
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... Fate ! Chang'd to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injur'd hair ! But when to Mischief mortals bend their will , How soon they find fit instruments of ill ! Just then , Clarissa drew with tempting grace A ...
... Fate ! Chang'd to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injur'd hair ! But when to Mischief mortals bend their will , How soon they find fit instruments of ill ! Just then , Clarissa drew with tempting grace A ...
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Alexander Pope Balaam beauty blessing blest charms Colley Cibber Court Courthope Critics Dæmons death divine Dryden Dunciad e'er Earl of Burlington ease eighteenth century Epistle Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flow'rs Folly fool gen'ral gen'rous genius give glory Gnome grace happy heart Heav'n honour Horace King knave laws learn'd live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Fanny Lord Hervey mankind mind Moral Essays Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once painted Passion pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud Queen rage Reason rhyme rich rise rules Sappho Satire Scriblerus Club Self-love sense shine soul spirit Sylphs taste tears Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tremble Truth verse Vice Virtue Walpole Warburton Whig whole Wife wise write
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Страница 118 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Страница 30 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Страница 74 - That changed through all, and yet in all the same. Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees ; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Страница 159 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis. Amphibious thing! that acting either part, The trifling head or the corrupted heart, Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board, Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord.
Страница 82 - Ask where's the North? at York, 'tis on the Tweed; In Scotland, at the Orcades ; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
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Страница 108 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T