The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... Hath made him an attorney of an ass . No young divine , new - beneficed , can be More pert , more proud , more positive than he . What further could I wish the fop to do , But turn a wit , and scribble verses too ? Pierce the soft ...
... Hath made him an attorney of an ass . No young divine , new - beneficed , can be More pert , more proud , more positive than he . What further could I wish the fop to do , But turn a wit , and scribble verses too ? Pierce the soft ...
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... been in A purgatory , such as fear'd Hell is A recreation , and scant map of this . My mind , neither with pride's itch , nor hath been Poyson'd with love to see or to be seen ; Had no new verses , nor new suit to show SATIRES OF DONNE .
... been in A purgatory , such as fear'd Hell is A recreation , and scant map of this . My mind , neither with pride's itch , nor hath been Poyson'd with love to see or to be seen ; Had no new verses , nor new suit to show SATIRES OF DONNE .
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... hath travail'd , and faith , speaks all tongues And only knoweth what to all states belongs , Made of the accents , and best phrase of all these He speaks one language . If strange meats displease , Art can deceive , or hunger force my ...
... hath travail'd , and faith , speaks all tongues And only knoweth what to all states belongs , Made of the accents , and best phrase of all these He speaks one language . If strange meats displease , Art can deceive , or hunger force my ...
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... whores * ** * * * * He knows who hath sold his lands , and now doth beg A licence , old iron , boots , shoes , and egge- Shells to transport ; * * * * * Shortly no lad shall chuck , or lady vole , SATIRES OF DONNE . 71 14.
... whores * ** * * * * He knows who hath sold his lands , and now doth beg A licence , old iron , boots , shoes , and egge- Shells to transport ; * * * * * Shortly no lad shall chuck , or lady vole , SATIRES OF DONNE . 71 14.
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... hath passed upon them have been confirmed by all Europe . Gildon , Preface to his New Rehearsal . It is the common cry of the poetasters of the town , and their fautors , that it is an ill - natured thing to ex- pose the pretenders to ...
... hath passed upon them have been confirmed by all Europe . Gildon , Preface to his New Rehearsal . It is the common cry of the poetasters of the town , and their fautors , that it is an ill - natured thing to ex- pose the pretenders to ...
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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.