Advice To Authors (Nicholas Boileau Despreaux Poems)
There is a kind of writer pleased with sound, Whose fustian head with clouds is compassed round-- No reason can disperse them ...
There is a kind of writer pleased with sound, Whose fustian head with clouds is compassed round-- No reason can disperse them ...
HE was in Logick a great Critick,Profoundly skill'd in Analytick.He could distinguish, and divideA Hair 'twixt South and South-West side:On ...
When lawless men their neighbours dispossess,The tenants they extirpate or oppress,And make rude havoc in the fruitful soil,Which the right ...
WHEN I survey the bright Celestial sphere;So rich with jewels hung, that Night Doth like an Ethiop bride appear: My soul her wings ...
As verily as Adam created firste his God So verily he tasted not, the fruite that was forbo As verily as Abell, ...
I am jet black, as you may see, The son of pitch and gloomy night:Yet all that know me will agree, I'm ...
When Cynthia, Regent of the Tides,Pale in meridian Pride presides;A Sov'reign Pow'r the Goddess claimsO'er Seas, and Sea--supplying Streams;The River ...
THE skies were jaded, while the famous sun Slack of his office to confute the fogs Lay sick abed; but I, inured ...
I.Now Whitehall's in the grave,And our head is our slave,The bright pearl in his close shell of oyster;Now the miter ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
I.Who follows Jesus shall not walkIn darksome road with danger rife;But in his heart the Truth will talk,And on his ...
Speak, satire; for there's none can tell like thee Whether 'tis folly, pride, or knavery That makes this discontented ...
When men of shallow heads themselves advanceAbove their usual pitch of ignorance,To talk of maxims and of rules; forbearTo interpose ...
Again I touch thee, vexing instrument, My hard and rarely-mastered Tuscan lute! Though faulty poets of thy worth are mute, ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
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