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עמוד xxviii
... more than any man your servant , my present will be very acceptable . I write
you no news , for that is only proper for the • Postboy ' and the Gazette , ' and
remarks upon news I leave to the Observator and the Review . Prose , you see ,
sir , is.
... more than any man your servant , my present will be very acceptable . I write
you no news , for that is only proper for the • Postboy ' and the Gazette , ' and
remarks upon news I leave to the Observator and the Review . Prose , you see ,
sir , is.
עמוד xxix
While out of pocket and his spirits low , He'd beg , write panegyricks , cringe and
bow ; But when good pensions had his labour crown'd , His panegyrics into
satyrs turn'd , And with a true mechanic spirit curs'd , Abus'd his royal benefactor
first .
While out of pocket and his spirits low , He'd beg , write panegyricks , cringe and
bow ; But when good pensions had his labour crown'd , His panegyrics into
satyrs turn'd , And with a true mechanic spirit curs'd , Abus'd his royal benefactor
first .
עמוד xxxvii
Mons . de Torcy put me quite out of countenance the other day by a pity that
wounded mo deeper than ever did the cruelty of the late Lord Godolphin . He
said he would write to Robin and Harry about me . God forbid , my Lord , that I
should ...
Mons . de Torcy put me quite out of countenance the other day by a pity that
wounded mo deeper than ever did the cruelty of the late Lord Godolphin . He
said he would write to Robin and Harry about me . God forbid , my Lord , that I
should ...
עמוד xlix
... and Drift were two “ I have more to write than I can possibly perform , and dare
not employ one band in France ; and can get neither Drift or any other clerk from
England .. add to this the honest stupidity of my English Jonathan in France , etc.
... and Drift were two “ I have more to write than I can possibly perform , and dare
not employ one band in France ; and can get neither Drift or any other clerk from
England .. add to this the honest stupidity of my English Jonathan in France , etc.
עמוד 28
Your art is perfect here ; your numbers do , More than our books , make the rude
atheist know , • Imitated from Alleyne's Poetical History of Henry VII . “ For nought
but light itself , itself can show , And only kings can write what kings can do .
Your art is perfect here ; your numbers do , More than our books , make the rude
atheist know , • Imitated from Alleyne's Poetical History of Henry VII . “ For nought
but light itself , itself can show , And only kings can write what kings can do .
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The Poetical Works Of Matthew Prior: With A Life <span dir=ltr>Matthew Prior</span>,<span dir=ltr>John Mitford</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2019 |
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 108 - tis his fancy to run. At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come; No matter what beauties I saw in my way, They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
עמוד 134 - Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing, Must we no longer live together ? And dost thou prune thy trembling wing; To take thy flight thou know'st not whither ? Thy humorous vein, thy pleasing folly Lies all neglected, all forgot : And pensive, wavering, melancholy, Thou dread'st and hop'st thou know'st not what.
עמוד 181 - I pray you, tell anone ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
עמוד 250 - And sluttish plenty deck'd her table. Their beer was strong ; their wine was port ; Their meal was large ; their grace was short.
עמוד 107 - A BETTER ANSWER*. Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face ! Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled : Pr*ythee quit this caprice ; and (as old Falstaff says) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world.
עמוד 174 - Moved in the orb, pleased with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs : But here or there, turn wood or wire, . He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with Gods ; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleased with their own verses' sound ; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
עמוד 173 - Dear Thomas, did'st thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man's shop? There, Thomas, did'st thou never see ('Tis but by way of Simile !) A squirrel spend his little rage, In jumping round a rolling cage ? The cage, as either side...
עמוד 33 - In vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over. Alas! what winds can happy prove, That bear me far from what I love? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain, From slighted vows, and cold disdain?
עמוד 205 - Did I but purpose to embark with thee On the smooth surface of a summer's sea; While gentle zephyrs play in prosperous gales, And fortune's favour fills the swelling sails; MO But would forsake the ship, and make the shore, When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar?
עמוד 132 - Whate'er thy countrymen have done, By law and wit, by sword and gun, In thee is faithfully recited ; And all the living world that view Thy work, give thee the praises due, At once instructed and delighted. ' " Yet for the fame of all these deeds, What beggar in the Invalides, With lameness broke, with blindness smitten, Wished ever decently to die, To have been either Mezeray, Or any monarch he has written?