What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Apollo bard beauty Behold better BIRTH-DAY Cadenus call'd captain Chloe court dame damn'd Dean DEAN SWIFT Dean's DELANY delight DERMOT divine doctor Dublin duke dullest beast Dunciad ears Envy EPIGRAM eyes face fair fame fancy fate fault female fleer fool friends give Glocest goddess grace half hand head hear heart honour humble Ireland Jove kind king lady learn'd learning long-ear'd beast Lord Carteret Lord-Lieutenant madam maid merit mind mortal Muse ne'er neighbouring Nereids never night numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pain Pallas panegyric passion Pheasant Phoebus poem poets praise pride queen rhyme round satire scorn shame SHEELAH shine sing Sir Arthur Sir Arthur Acheson soul spite spleen Stella Strephon swain swear Swift taste tell thee thou thought thousand twill Vanessa verse vex'd virtue Whig wine wise writ
Page 93 - To fancy they could live a year! I find you're but a stranger here. The Dean was famous in his time, And had a kind of knack at rhyme. His way of writing now is past; The town has got a better taste; I keep no antiquated stuff, But spick and span I have enough. Pray do but give me leave to show 'em, Here Colley Gibber's birth-day poem.
Page 214 - He now could praise, esteem, approve, But understood not what was love. His conduct might have made him styled A father, and the nymph his child. That innocent delight he took To see the virgin mind her book, Was but the master's secret joy In school to hear the finest boy.
Page 223 - But what success Vanessa met Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, Talks in a high romantic strain; Or whether he at last descends To act with less seraphic ends; Or, to compound the business, whether They temper love and books together; Must never to mankind be told, Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold.
Page 18 - ... Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — -Go, go, you're bit.
Page 255 - I'm ashamed to use a glass ; And till I see them with these eyes, Whoever says you have them lies. No length of time can make you quit Honour and virtue, sense and wit ; Thus you may still be young to me, While I can better hear than see. Oh, ne'er may Fortune show her spite To make me deaf and mend my sight • T STELLA'S BIRTHDAY.
Page 214 - Vanessa, not in years a score, Dreams of a gown of forty-four; Imaginary charms can find In eyes with reading almost blind: Cadenus now no more appears Declined in health, advanced in years. She fancies music in his tongue; Nor farther looks, but thinks him young.
Page 91 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall, (I wish I knew what king to call.; Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Page 85 - tis hardly understood Which way my death can do them good, Yet thus, methinks, I hear them speak : ' See, how the Dean begins to break ! ' Poor gentleman, he droops apace! ' You plainly find it in his, face. ' That old vertigo in his head ' Will never leave him, till he's dead. ' Besides, his memory decays : ' He recollects not what he says...
Page 82 - I believe them true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault is in mankind. This maxim more than all the rest Is thought too base for human breast: "In all distresses of our friends We first consult our private ends: While nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us.