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Ambrose Philips Andraemon ANTISTROPHE appear'd bard Bavius behold bless'd breast charms Cibber clouds court cried crown'd dear divine Dryope dull Dulness dunce Dunciad envy eternal ev'n Ev’n eyes fair fame fate fire flames fool gentle glory goddess gods gold grace hand head heart Heav'n honour kings knave laws learn'd learned live lord Lord Fanny lov’d mighty monumental brass mortal Muse ne'er never numbers nymph o'er Ogilby once peace Pindar pleas'd poem poet poet's pow'r praise pride proud queen rage rais'd REMARKS rhyme rise roll round sacred Sappho satire scorn SEMICHORUS sense shade shine sighs sing skies slave Smil smiling soft soul spread streams Swift tears Thames thee thine things thou throne town trembling Twas verse virtue Westminster Abbey whate'er Whig wings words write youth
Page 52 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Page 43 - Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
Page 7 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet; The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Page 87 - Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each Passion that he feigns ; Enrage, compose, with more than magic Art, With Pity, and with Terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Page 190 - Night primaeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 52 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies ; His wit all see-saw between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis. Amphibious thing ! that acting either part, The trifling head, or the corrupted heart ; Fop at the toilet, flatterer at the board, Now trips a lady, and now struts a lord. Eve's tempter thus the rabbins have exprest, A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest ; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep,...
Page 215 - Kneller, by Heaven, and not a master taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought ; Now for two ages, having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with Princes' honours, Poets' lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise.
Page 91 - Indebted to no prince or peer alive, Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,* 70 If I would scribble rather than repose. Years following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away ; In one our frolics, one amusements end, In one a mistress drops, in one a friend...
Page 190 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.