An Asylum for Fugitive Pieces, in Prose and Verse, Not in Any Other Collection: with Several Pieces Never Before Published. A New Ed., Including Pieces Not in the Former Edition, and Several Never Before Printed, Volumen1

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J. Debrett, 1785
 

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Página 79 - Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying : If the world be worth thy winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying ! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.
Página 172 - Eeiiy l attending alfo as firft and feI 3 eond cond clerks, the following.liftof candidates was made out forthwith, and duly entered on .the roll, as a preliminary record to the fubfequent proceedings. The Right Rev. Dr. William Markham, Lord Archbifliop of York.
Página 63 - In law, as in life, I know well 'tis a rule, That a knave will be ever too hard for a fool : To which rule one exception your client implores, That a fool may for once turn the knave out of doors.
Página 185 - Is it thy hand, Spirit of the departed Scrutiny! Bring me the Harp, pride of CHATHAM! Snow is on thy bosom, Maid of the modest eye!
Página 28 - Ah ! none like his can reach those liquid notes, So soft, so sweet, so eloquently clear, To live beyond the touch, and gently float In dying modulations on the ear.
Página 244 - I havt been beard :->the intereAIng natuie of the occ»Then with a bow, proceed to beg A general pardon on my leg; " Lament that to an hour fo late," *' 'Twas mine to urge the grave debate...
Página 231 - Priest grew vain, And all his tales told o'er again, And added hundreds more ; By turns to this, or that, or both, He gave the sanction of an oath, And then the whole forswore.
Página 290 - Speaker well skilled, what no man reads to write, Sleep-giving poet of a sleepless night ; Polemic, politician, saint, and wit, Now lashing Madan, now defending Pitt...
Página 33 - Had I the treafures of the world, All the fun views, or the feas borrow (Elfe may I to the devil be hurl'd) I'd lay them at her feet to-morrow. But as we bards reap only bays, Nor much of that, though nought grows on it; I'll beat my brains to found her praife, And hammer them into a fonnet.
Página 284 - Nothing can be more confonant to the advice of Horace and Ariftotle than the conduct of our author throughout this poem. The action is one, entire, and great event, being the procreation of a child on the wife of a Saxon Drummer.

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