The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ... |
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Content with little I can piddle here On brocoli and mutton , round the year ; But
ancient friends ( though poor , or out of play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn
away . ' Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , founders , what
my ...
Content with little I can piddle here On brocoli and mutton , round the year ; But
ancient friends ( though poor , or out of play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn
away . ' Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , founders , what
my ...
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His wealth brave Timon gloriously confounds , Ask'd for a groat , he gives a
hundred pounds ; Or if three ladies like a luckless play , Take the whole house
upon the poet's day Now , in such exigences not to need , Upon my word , you
must be ...
His wealth brave Timon gloriously confounds , Ask'd for a groat , he gives a
hundred pounds ; Or if three ladies like a luckless play , Take the whole house
upon the poet's day Now , in such exigences not to need , Upon my word , you
must be ...
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But Britain , changeful as a child at play , Now calls in princes , and now turns
away . Now Whig , now Tory , what we love we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now
for church or state ; Now for prerogative , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy !
from a ...
But Britain , changeful as a child at play , Now calls in princes , and now turns
away . Now Whig , now Tory , what we love we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now
for church or state ; Now for prerogative , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy !
from a ...
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... gale your course you ply For ever sunk too low , or borne too high ; Who pants
for glory finds but short repose ; A breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrown
Farewell the stage ! if , just as thrives the play The silly bard grows fat , or fallz
away .
... gale your course you ply For ever sunk too low , or borne too high ; Who pants
for glory finds but short repose ; A breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrown
Farewell the stage ! if , just as thrives the play The silly bard grows fat , or fallz
away .
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Taste , that eternal wanderer , which flies From heads to ears , and now from ears
to eyes :) 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 ...
Taste , that eternal wanderer , which flies From heads to ears , and now from ears
to eyes :) 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 ...
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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.