The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... to find ; But each man's secret standard in his mind , That casting - weight pride adds to emptiness , This , who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The bard whom pilfer'd pastorals renown , Who turns a 10 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS.
... to find ; But each man's secret standard in his mind , That casting - weight pride adds to emptiness , This , who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The bard whom pilfer'd pastorals renown , Who turns a 10 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS.
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... mind , That leaves the load of yesterday behind ! How easy every labour it pursues ! How coming to the poet every Muse ! Not but we may exceed , some holy time , Or tired in search of truth , or search of rhyme ; Ill health some just ...
... mind , That leaves the load of yesterday behind ! How easy every labour it pursues ! How coming to the poet every Muse ! Not but we may exceed , some holy time , Or tired in search of truth , or search of rhyme ; Ill health some just ...
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... mind , Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind . And who stands safest ? tell me , is it he That spreads and swells in puff'd prosperity , Or bless'd with little , whose preventing care In peace 26 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... mind , Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind . And who stands safest ? tell me , is it he That spreads and swells in puff'd prosperity , Or bless'd with little , whose preventing care In peace 26 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... mind I copy what I can , And as I love , would imitate the man . In South - sea days not happier , when surmised , The lord of thousands , than if now excised ; In forest planted by a father's hand , Than in five acres now of rented ...
... mind I copy what I can , And as I love , would imitate the man . In South - sea days not happier , when surmised , The lord of thousands , than if now excised ; In forest planted by a father's hand , Than in five acres now of rented ...
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... mind , When ( each opinion with the next at strife ; One ebb and flow of follies all my life , ) I plant , root up ; I build and then confound ; Turn round to square , and square again to round ; You never change one muscle of your face ...
... mind , When ( each opinion with the next at strife ; One ebb and flow of follies all my life , ) I plant , root up ; I build and then confound ; Turn round to square , and square again to round ; You never change one muscle of your face ...
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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.