The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ... |
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Soft were my numbers : who could take offence While pure description held the
place of sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme , A painted mistress ,
or a purling stream . ' Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a
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Soft were my numbers : who could take offence While pure description held the
place of sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme , A painted mistress ,
or a purling stream . ' Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a
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... who , now to sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round
about a meaning ; And he , whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but
prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade translate , And own'd that nine ...
... who , now to sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round
about a meaning ; And he , whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but
prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade translate , And own'd that nine ...
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So when a statesman wants a day's defence , Or envy holds a whole week's war
with sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce by dunce be
whistled off my hands . Bless'd be the great ! for those they take away 12 ...
So when a statesman wants a day's defence , Or envy holds a whole week's war
with sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce by dunce be
whistled off my hands . Bless'd be the great ! for those they take away 12 ...
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4 Who can your merit selfishly approve , And show the sense of it without the love
; Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injured , to defend ;
Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , And , if he lie not , must at ...
4 Who can your merit selfishly approve , And show the sense of it without the love
; Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injured , to defend ;
Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , And , if he lie not , must at ...
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Hear Bethel's sermon , one not versed in schools , But strong in sense , and wise
without the rules . “ Go work , hunt , exercise , ' he thus began , • Then scorn a
homely dinner , if you can . Your wine lock'd up , your butler stroll'd abroad ...
Hear Bethel's sermon , one not versed in schools , But strong in sense , and wise
without the rules . “ Go work , hunt , exercise , ' he thus began , • Then scorn a
homely dinner , if you can . Your wine lock'd up , your butler stroll'd abroad ...
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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.