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Piano music Jazz -- Teaching pieces. Language English No linguistic content Dewey Number View online Borrow Buy. Set up My libraries How do I set up "My libraries"? This single location in All: Open to the public ; MUS N m Pope, to whom there are two letters by him in print, in one of which the initial letter W. Their power, their wealth, and glory, all are mine; I hold them from above by grant divine.
But then that Oxford, damn'd pedantic town! Tindal, alike with me by GOD accurs'd; In vice and error from his cradle nurs'd: The Devil is not come to fetch you now. Once I was young, nor wanted female charms, When I lay panting in your curling arms: Turn then, Barbarian, turn thy lovely eyes; Survey me well: Old Epicurus to Lucretius bow'd, Young, witty, learn'd, vain, impudent, and proud: Fain would I merit more!
But give me leave as I'm in duty bound To pay thee, Satan! Tell me, ye Gods of Erebus and Night! Merit like thine does all reward excel. I hate his Son, as much as you, or more. Oh, were my will but once Britannia's Law! God made the Monarch when he made the Man.
Notions, I own, that have been reckon'd good, But wondrous old—I think—before the flood. Doctrines, too low for thy erected race! Would they but publicly my doctrines own, The Monarchy had long ere this been down: Who can enough thy politicks admire? I'll teach you, every bullet-headed wight, To drink all day, and fornicate all night.
And the Three Creeds, my Liege, can ne'er be right: That little trifling particle—that NOT! Or if expung'd—'twould be no mighty blot. All contracts, where one party 's over-aw'd, The Civil Law, I think, deems null and void. Load them with Malice, Slander, every where. Stab them, my Ruffian!
How fares on earth the Jus Divinum? Do the Patricii the Plebes dread?
Then, if they dare but what you'd have them teach, Let them, like Paul, at their own charges preach: You cannot but remember gentle Eve; To me—the wheedling of the ladies leave. But thou 'rt confirm'd the Darling of the Skies.
Are they too guarded by Supreme Decrees? Merit like thine to meet with no reward! Ye guardian powers of Vice, 'tis wondrous hard! Emes from the dead. In half this time Pryn ruin'd Church and State. Pr'ythee reach hither, Matt! The younger Bobart who was an old man in collected a Hortus Siccus in twenty volumes. All our campaigns at once are done: No flatteries thence are to be fear'd, Nor hopes encourag'd of reward.
To peace, my friend! The valleys laugh, the rivers play, In honour of the God of day. Thou, next to him, art truly great: On earth his mighty delegate: Receive the homage that we bring: Which limits but in vain control. From thee the Gods no knowledge hide, No knowledge have to thee deny'd: The rural Gods of hills or plains, Where Faunus, or Favonia reigns. And, now thy toils of war are done; Anna!
Minerva's gardens are thy care; Bobart! The noble founder of the garden was created by king James I. He obtained leave of the king in to convert St.
His royal orders to receive, To grow, decay, to die, or live: His brethren, trembling at his fate, Thy dread commands with reverence wait: Bobart, to Kings thy rules commend, For thou to Monarchs art a friend. Pope by the Editor of the "Additions to Pope's Works.
SEE, Sir, here 's the grand approach, This way is for his Grace's coach; There lies the bridge, and here 's the clock: Lie heavy on him, Earth! Tadlow in the "Additions to Pope," vol. Yalden's, two of which are particularly no ticed in Dr. Strow lilies here, and myrtle wreaths prepare, To crown the fading triumphs of the fair: Who knows; and teaches what our clime can bear And makes the barren ground obey the labourer's care.
Heaven kindly exercis'd his youth with cares To crown with unmix'd joys his riper years. Or a fit offering to her altars bring? In joys, in grief, in triumphs, in retreat, Great always, without aiming to be great. On the death of Dr. See King's "Art of Cookery," ver. For thus I fall, and thus fell Phaeton. THE lovely owner of this book Does here on her own image look: Then when his youthful veins ran high, Enflam'd with Love and Poetry: Love 's a thing for age alone: Love 's a God, and you 're too young.
Years will countenance your flame. He was contemporaty and chamber-fellow with Mr. He took the degree of M. May 16, ; B.
I could not help it, but I began to feel suspicious of this "dark complexioned" harpooneer. But at last all these fancies yielded to that one portentous something in the picture's midst. This is seen to full effect on the first track of the album , Saturday Afternoon with Sophie , a Bancroft composition which recalls time spent with his daughter when she was a child. Played many a concert with 7 her singing those same blues. She had a whole lot of light-colored women in there, best-looking women you ever want to see.
He was appointed preacher of St. Andrew Holborn given him by the Queen. We find by Swift's Journal to Stella, Jan. Then well-fed lambs thy plenteous tables load, And mellow wines give appetite to food. What cannot poets do? And now, my Signior Strugge Perhaps the baboon introduced in this opera. He took his degree of M.
The character of Dr. Parnell is admirably pour trayed by Dr.
It is not Chloris: But I will to my Chloris run, Who will not let me be undone: By Swift's Journal to Stella, Dec. Swift, who introduced Parnell both to Oxford and Bolingbroke. See, my genius goes To call it forth. There all the graceful nymphs are forc'd to play Where any water bubbles in the way: Strange injudicious management of thought, Not born to rage, nor into method brought.
And O great grief!
Were 't not for us, thou Swad! And he, good man! At length, quoth he, "Ellis, thou art A fellow of courageous heart, Yield now, and I will take thy part hereafter. He cries for water. In the mean, One calls up Madge the Kitchin-quean; To take and make the baby clean, and clout it. Ellis, the glory of the town, With that brave Captain of renown: And thus I end this famous Coun- ter-Scuffle.
How caught, how mouz'd, and what they are, This picture lively doth declare. Nothing, but light rhymes, Not tun'd as are St. Lay, Hocus-Pocus King's Juggler. If not, fley off his cloak or hat!
Sorrow has made me dry: Thus then they met, and hold thus late Their drillings. How did they this? Here's law in lumps. The Two-penny ward Leapt up, and fell a-dancing hard: Quoth he, "Being met by a mad crew.