The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... fair fame inspires ; Bless'd with each talent and each art to please , And born to write , converse , and live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne , " View him with ...
... fair fame inspires ; Bless'd with each talent and each art to please , And born to write , converse , and live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne , " View him with ...
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... fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er tastes , and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well - bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite . Eternal smiles his emptiness betray , As shallow streams run dimpling all the way ...
... fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er tastes , and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well - bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite . Eternal smiles his emptiness betray , As shallow streams run dimpling all the way ...
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... fair virtue ! all the past : For thee , fair virtue ! welcome e'en the last ! A. But why insult the poor , affront the great ! P. A knave's a knave to me , in every state ; Alike my scorn , if he succeed or fail , Sporus at court , or ...
... fair virtue ! all the past : For thee , fair virtue ! welcome e'en the last ! A. But why insult the poor , affront the great ! P. A knave's a knave to me , in every state ; Alike my scorn , if he succeed or fail , Sporus at court , or ...
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... Fair to expose myself , my foes , my friends ; Publish the present age ; but where my text Is vice too high , reserve it for the next : My foes shall wish my life a longer date , And every friend the less lament my fate . My head and ...
... Fair to expose myself , my foes , my friends ; Publish the present age ; but where my text Is vice too high , reserve it for the next : My foes shall wish my life a longer date , And every friend the less lament my fate . My head and ...
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... fair ) Add fifty more , and bring it to a square : For , mark the advantage ; just so many score Will gain a wife with half as many more ; Procure her beauty , make that beauty chaste And then such friends - as cannot fail to last . A ...
... fair ) Add fifty more , and bring it to a square : For , mark the advantage ; just so many score Will gain a wife with half as many more ; Procure her beauty , make that beauty chaste And then such friends - as cannot fail to last . A ...
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Страница 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
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.
Страница 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
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.
Страница 306 - In vain ! They gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Страница 305 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.