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Strana 128 - I had intended to have put in practice (though far unable for the attempt of such a poem) ; and to have left the stage, to which my genius never much inclined me, for a work which would have taken up my life in the performance of it. This, too, I had intended chiefly for the honour of my native country, to which a poet is particularly obliged.
Strana 299 - Intrust thy fortune to the powers above ; Leave them to manage for thee, and to grant What their unerring wisdom sees thee want : * In goodness, as in greatness, they excel ; Ah, that we loved ourselves but half so well...
Strana 84 - Within the space, an olive tree had stood, A sacred shade, a venerable wood, For vows to Faunus paid, the Latins
Strana 194 - Neither is it true, that this fineness of raillery is offensive. A witty man is tickled while he is hurt in this manner, and a fool feels it not.
Strana 193 - How easy it is to call rogue and villain, and that wittily! but how hard to make a man appear a fool, a blockhead, or a knave, without using any of those opprobrious terms!
Strana 282 - The beggar sings, ev'n when he sees the place Beset with thieves, and never mends his pace. Of all the vows, the first and chief request Of each is to be richer than the rest: And yet no doubts the poor man's draught control, He dreads no poison in his homely bowl; Then fear the deadly drug, when gems divine Enchase the cup and sparkle in the wine.
Strana 52 - He tries his goring horns against a tree, And meditates his absent enemy; He pushes at the winds; he digs the strand With his black hoofs, and spurns the yellow sand Nor less the Trojan, in his Lemnian arms...
Strana 284 - Add now the imperial eagle raised on high, With golden beak, the mark of majesty ; Trumpets before, and on the left and right A cavalcade of nobles, all in white : In their own natures false and flattering tribes, But made his friends by places and by bribes.