Of Verbal Criticism (David Mallet Poems)
Among the numerous fools, by Fate design'd Oft to disturb, and oft divert, mankind, The reading coxcomb is of special ...
Among the numerous fools, by Fate design'd Oft to disturb, and oft divert, mankind, The reading coxcomb is of special ...
Long, Dodington, in debt, I long have sought To ease the burden of my graceful thought: And now a ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Phyllis, if you will not agree To give me back my liberty, In spite of you I must regain My ...
Upon a time when Titan's steeds were drivenTo drench themselves beneath the western heaven;And sable Morpheus had his curtains spread,And ...
AS Henry, with the maid he loved,The garden's mazy circles moved,With contemplative eye survey'dThe flow'rs in summer pride array'd; Their ...
Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover?Or, there, did my Minna ...
SISTER.Do, my dearest brother John,Let that butterfly alone.BROTHER. What harm now do I do?You're always making such a noise—SISTER.O fie, ...
Come, Anthea, let us two Go to feast, as others do: Tarts and custards, creams and cakes, Are the junkets ...
As a boy, reserved and naughty; As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty; As a man, for action inclined; As ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, (All find safety in the tomb.) May call ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
Do I dream? can I trust to my eye? My sight sure some vapor must cover? Or, there, did my ...
Nothing is given which is not taken. Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired, freely, truly and ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
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