The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ... |
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... All fly to Twit'nam , and in humble strain Apply to me , to keep them mad or vai
Arthur , whose giddy son neglects the laws , Imputes to me and my damn'd works
the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry ...
... All fly to Twit'nam , and in humble strain Apply to me , to keep them mad or vai
Arthur , whose giddy son neglects the laws , Imputes to me and my damn'd works
the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry ...
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... That harmless mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this and spare his family ,
James Moore ! Unspotted names , and memorable long , If there be force in virtue
or in song . Of gentle blood ( part shed in honour's cause , While yet in Britain ...
... That harmless mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this and spare his family ,
James Moore ! Unspotted names , and memorable long , If there be force in virtue
or in song . Of gentle blood ( part shed in honour's cause , While yet in Britain ...
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P. What ! arm'd for Virtue when I point the per Brand the bold front of shameless
guilty men ; Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car ; Bare the mean heart that
lurks beneath a star ; Can there be wanting , to defend her cause , Lights of the ...
P. What ! arm'd for Virtue when I point the per Brand the bold front of shameless
guilty men ; Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car ; Bare the mean heart that
lurks beneath a star ; Can there be wanting , to defend her cause , Lights of the ...
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This is my plea , on this I rest my cause What saith my counsel , learned in the
laws ? F. Your plea is good ; but still I say , beware ! Laws are explain'd by men -
so have a care It stands on record , that in Richard's times A man was hang'd for ...
This is my plea , on this I rest my cause What saith my counsel , learned in the
laws ? F. Your plea is good ; but still I say , beware ! Laws are explain'd by men -
so have a care It stands on record , that in Richard's times A man was hang'd for ...
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See modest Cibber now has left the stage : Our generals now , retired to their
estates , Hang their old trophies o'er the garden gates , In life's cool evening
satiate of applause , Nor fond of bleeding , e'en in Brunswick's cause . A voice
there is ...
See modest Cibber now has left the stage : Our generals now , retired to their
estates , Hang their old trophies o'er the garden gates , In life's cool evening
satiate of applause , Nor fond of bleeding , e'en in Brunswick's cause . A voice
there is ...
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Страница 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
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Страница 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Страница 11 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Страница 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Страница 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Страница 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.