The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . " Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords ! To Hounslow - heath I point , and Bansted - down , Thence comes your mutton , and these ...
... play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . " Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords ! To Hounslow - heath I point , and Bansted - down , Thence comes your mutton , and these ...
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... play , Take the whole house upon the poet's day Now , in such exigences not to need , Upon my word , you must be rich indeed ; A noble superfluity it craves , Not for yourself , but for your fools and knaves ; Something , which for your ...
... play , Take the whole house upon the poet's day Now , in such exigences not to need , Upon my word , you must be rich indeed ; A noble superfluity it craves , Not for yourself , but for your fools and knaves ; Something , which for your ...
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... play , Now calls in princes , and now turns away . Now Whig , now Tory , what we love we hate ; Now all for pleasure ... plays ; To theatres and to rehearsals throng , And all our grace at table is a song . 1 , who so oft renounce the ...
... play , Now calls in princes , and now turns away . Now Whig , now Tory , what we love we hate ; Now all for pleasure ... plays ; To theatres and to rehearsals throng , And all our grace at table is a song . 1 , who so oft renounce the ...
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... , just as thrives the play The silly bard grows fat , or falls away . There still remains , to mortify a wit , The many - headed monster of the pit : A senseless , worthless , and unhonour'd crowd : Who 46 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... , just as thrives the play The silly bard grows fat , or falls away . There still remains , to mortify a wit , The many - headed monster of the pit : A senseless , worthless , and unhonour'd crowd : Who 46 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... play stands still ; damn action and discourse , Back fly the scenes , and enter foot and horse ; Pageants on pageants , in long order drawn , Peers , heralds , bishops , ermine , gold , and lawn The champion too ! and to complete the ...
... play stands still ; damn action and discourse , Back fly the scenes , and enter foot and horse ; Pageants on pageants , in long order drawn , Peers , heralds , bishops , ermine , gold , and lawn The champion too ! and to complete the ...
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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.