The English Humourists of the Eighteenth CenturyH. Holt, 1900 - Počet stran: 360 |
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... poet , studied German , tried his hand at translations , and drew caricatures for amusement . Finally making up his mind after all to study law , he returned to England in 1831 , and entered the Middle Temple . This proved to be his ...
... poet , studied German , tried his hand at translations , and drew caricatures for amusement . Finally making up his mind after all to study law , he returned to England in 1831 , and entered the Middle Temple . This proved to be his ...
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... poet , " was the phrase of Dryden to his kinsman , which remained alive in a memory tenacious of such matters . " Miss Hetty ' 99 she was called in the family - where her face , and her dress , and Sir William's treatment of her , all ...
... poet , " was the phrase of Dryden to his kinsman , which remained alive in a memory tenacious of such matters . " Miss Hetty ' 99 she was called in the family - where her face , and her dress , and Sir William's treatment of her , all ...
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... poets , receives the famous Irishman , and takes off his hat to him with a bow of surly recognition , scans him from head to foot , and passes over to the other side of the street . Doctor 10 ( afterwards Sir W. R. ) Wilde of Dublin ...
... poets , receives the famous Irishman , and takes off his hat to him with a bow of surly recognition , scans him from head to foot , and passes over to the other side of the street . Doctor 10 ( afterwards Sir W. R. ) Wilde of Dublin ...
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... poet in England was Mr. Pope ( a papist ) , who had begun a translation of Homer into English , for which he would have them all sub- 5 scribe : For , ' says he , he shall not begin to print till I have a thousand guineas for him ...
... poet in England was Mr. Pope ( a papist ) , who had begun a translation of Homer into English , for which he would have them all sub- 5 scribe : For , ' says he , he shall not begin to print till I have a thousand guineas for him ...
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... poet where the king of the pigmies is measured by the same 30 standard . We have all read in Milton of the spear " My health is somewhat mended , but at best I have an ill head and an aching heart . " - In May 1719 . " " 99 that was ...
... poet where the king of the pigmies is measured by the same 30 standard . We have all read in Milton of the spear " My health is somewhat mended , but at best I have an ill head and an aching heart . " - In May 1719 . " " 99 that was ...
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Strana 186 - And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Strana 287 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Strana 287 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw...
Strana 274 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Strana 186 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Strana 274 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, ' • But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Strana 287 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Strana 166 - He began on it ; and when first he mentioned it to Swift, the doctor did not much like the project. As he carried it on, he showed what he wrote to both of us, and we now and then gave a correction, or a word or two of advice ; but it was wholly of his own writing. — When it was done, neither of us thought it would succeed. We showed it to Congreve ; who, after reading it over, said, it would either take greatly, or be damned confoundedly.
Strana 136 - When I look upon the Tombs of the Great, every Emotion of Envy dies in me; when I read the Epitaphs of the Beautiful, every inordinate Desire goes out...
Strana 86 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it.