The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... Happy to catch me ! -just at dinner time . Is there a parson , much bemused in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ; Is there who , lock'd ...
... Happy to catch me ! -just at dinner time . Is there a parson , much bemused in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ; Is there who , lock'd ...
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... Happy my studies , when by these approved ! Happier their author , when by these beloved ! From these the world will judge of men and books , Not from the Burnets , Oldmixons , and Cooks . Soft were my numbers : who could take offence ...
... Happy my studies , when by these approved ! Happier their author , when by these beloved ! From these the world will judge of men and books , Not from the Burnets , Oldmixons , and Cooks . Soft were my numbers : who could take offence ...
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... happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray , needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self - centred sun , and stars that rise and fall , There ...
... happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray , needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self - centred sun , and stars that rise and fall , There ...
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... happy for your pains . But art thou one , whom new opinions sway ? One who believes as Tindal leads the way , Who virtue and a church alike disowns , Thinks that but words , and this but brick and stones ? Fly then on all the wings of ...
... happy for your pains . But art thou one , whom new opinions sway ? One who believes as Tindal leads the way , Who virtue and a church alike disowns , Thinks that but words , and this but brick and stones ? Fly then on all the wings of ...
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... happy dog ! the beggar at his door , And envied thirst and hunger to the poor . Or shall we every decency confound ; Through taverns , stews , and bagnios take our round , Go dine with Chartres , in each vice outdo K - l's lewd cargo ...
... happy dog ! the beggar at his door , And envied thirst and hunger to the poor . Or shall we every decency confound ; Through taverns , stews , and bagnios take our round , Go dine with Chartres , in each vice outdo K - l's lewd cargo ...
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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.