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Moral and Political Dialogues: With Letters on Chivalry and Romance, Volume 3
Affichage du livre entier - 1788
Addison affairs amusements ancient apology appear Arbuthnot Ben Johnson better bishop of Winchester called character chivalry Cicero composition confess conversation court Cowley debate decorum deserve Dialogue doubt EDMUND WALLER eloquence expect expression fancy favour fays fortune genius give grace hath honour humour Ismenus ject language learned least liberty lived logue Lord Clarendon Lord Falkland Lord St lordship manner matter mean ment mind modern moral Muse natural never observed occasion panegyric parliament periphrasis persons philosophy pleasure poetry poets present pretend princes principal charm proper purpose racter reason retirement returned ridicule rience scene shew shewn Sincerity Socrates Socratic Dialogue sort speak speakers Sprat suppose taken temper tence ther thing thou thought tion tree Hill true truth turn versation virtue WALLER words writer
Page 117 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed today, to be put back tomorrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 89 - Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : And this our life, exempt from publick haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing.
Page 135 - Kings have long hands (they say) and though I be So distant, they may reach at length to me. However, of all Princes, thou...
Page 190 - I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
Page 130 - Thy foolish gains by quitting me: The sale of knowledge, fame, and liberty, The fruits of thy unlearn'd apostasy. Thou thought'st, if once the public storm were past, All thy remaining life should sun-shine be; Behold, the public storm is spent at last, The sovereign is tost at sea no more, And thou, with all the noble company, Art got at last to shore.
Page 128 - A wondrous hieroglyphick robe she wore, In which all colours and all figures were, That nature or that fancy can create, That art can never imitate; And with loose pride it wanton'd in the air. In such a dress, in such a well-cloth'd dream, She us'd, of old, near fair Ismenus' stream, Pindar, her Theban favourite, to meet ; A crown was on her head, and wings were on her feet.
Page 131 - As a fair morning of the blessed spring, After a tedious stormy night, Such was the glorious entry of our king; Enriching...
Page 129 - Art thou return'd here, to repent too late ? And gather hufks of learning up at laft, Now the rich harveft-time of life is paft, And winter marches on fo faft ? But, when I meant t...