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Who counsels best ? who whispers , ' Be but great , With praise or infamy , leave
that to fate ; Get place and wealth , if possible , with grace ; If not , by any means
get wealth and place : ' For what ? to have a box where eunuchs sing , And ...
Who counsels best ? who whispers , ' Be but great , With praise or infamy , leave
that to fate ; Get place and wealth , if possible , with grace ; If not , by any means
get wealth and place : ' For what ? to have a box where eunuchs sing , And ...
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To cheat a friend , or ward , he leaves to Peter ; The good man heaps up nothing
but mere metre ; Enjoys his garden and his book in quiet ; And then — a perfect
hermit in his diet . Of little use the man you may suppose , Who says in verse ...
To cheat a friend , or ward , he leaves to Peter ; The good man heaps up nothing
but mere metre ; Enjoys his garden and his book in quiet ; And then — a perfect
hermit in his diet . Of little use the man you may suppose , Who says in verse ...
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My liege ! why writers little claim your thought , I guess ; and , with your leave , will
tell the fault ; We poets are ( upon a poet's word ) Of all mankind , the creatures
most absurd : The season when to come , and when to go , To sing , or cease to ...
My liege ! why writers little claim your thought , I guess ; and , with your leave , will
tell the fault ; We poets are ( upon a poet's word ) Of all mankind , the creatures
most absurd : The season when to come , and when to go , To sing , or cease to ...
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In one our frolics , one amusements end , In one a mistress drops , in one a friend
: This subtle thief of life , this paltry time , What will it leave me , if it snatch my
rhyme ? If every wheel of that unwearied mill , That turn'd ten thousand verses ...
In one our frolics , one amusements end , In one a mistress drops , in one a friend
: This subtle thief of life , this paltry time , What will it leave me , if it snatch my
rhyme ? If every wheel of that unwearied mill , That turn'd ten thousand verses ...
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There is a time when poets will grow dull : I'll e'en leave verses to the boys at
school ; To rules of poetry no more confined , I'll learn to smooth and harmonize
my mind , Teach every thought within its bounds to roll , And keep the equal ...
There is a time when poets will grow dull : I'll e'en leave verses to the boys at
school ; To rules of poetry no more confined , I'll learn to smooth and harmonize
my mind , Teach every thought within its bounds to roll , And keep the equal ...
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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.
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| Заглавие | The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ... Том 2 от The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author, Theophilus Cibber |
| Автор | Alexander Pope |
| Издател | Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
| Оригиналът е от | Мичиганският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 25 май 2007 |
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