The Dispensary: A Poem. In Six Cantos (Google eBook)

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J. Tonson, 1714 - 84 pages
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Page 68 - Dissolv'd the league, and kindled a debate. The one, for lofty labours fruitful known, Fill'd magazines with volumes of his own. At his once-favour'd friend a tome he threw That from its birth had slept unseen till now. Stunn'd with the blow, the batter'd bard retir'd, Sunk down, and in a simile expir'd.
Page 8 - With murmurs of soft rills, and whispering trees : The poppy and each numbing plant dispense Their drowsy virtue, and dull indolence ; No passions interrupt his easy reign, No problems puzzle his lethargic brain, But. dark oblivion guards his peaceful bed, And lazy fogs hang lingering o'er his head.
Page 4 - Rais'd for a use as noble as its frame ; Nor did the learn'd society decline The propagation of that great design ; In all her mazes, Nature's face they view'd, And, as she disappear'd, their search pursued.
Page 53 - Tis I that give, so mighty is my power, Faith to the Jew, complexion to the Moor. I am the wretch's wish, the rook's pretence, The sluggard's ease, the coxcomb's providence. Sir Scrape-quill, once a...
Page 35 - To die, is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break, nor tempests roar : Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er. The wise through thought the insults of death defy ; The fools through blessed insensibility.
Page 31 - Vaflals only kind. If, in return, all Diligence we pay To fix your Empire, and confirm your Sway, Far as the weekly Bills can reach around, From Kent-ftreet end to fam'd St. Glles's-PtmiJ; Behold this poor Libation with a Smile, And let aufpicious Light break through the Pile.
Page 28 - You'll hardly e'er convince a fool, he's so: He hates realities, and hugs the cheat, And still the only pleasure's the deceit.
Page 28 - New paflions, new opinions ftill excite, And what they like at noon, they leave at night. They gain with labour what they quit with cafe, And health, for want of change, becomes difeafe. Religion's bright authority they dare, And yet are flaves to fuperftitious fear. They counfel others, but themfelves deceive, And tho' they're cozen'd ftill, they ftill believe.
Page 78 - Where goblins friik, and airy fpeflres rove, Yawns a dark cave, with awful horror wide, And there the monarch's triumphs are defcry'd. Confus'd, and wildly huddled to the eye, The beggar's pouch, and prince's purple lie. Dim lamps with fickly rays fcarce leem to glow ; Sighs heave in mournful moans, and tears o'erflow.
Page 81 - And tafte th' indulgence of a milder iky. Loofe breezes on their airy pinions play, Soft infant bloflbms their chafte odours pay, And rofes blufh th'eir fragrant lives away. Cool ftreams thro' flow'ry meadows gently glide; And as they pafs, their painted banks they chide. Thefe blifsful plains no blights, nor mildews fear, The Flow'rs ne'er fade, and fhrubs are myrtles here.

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