The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... son neglects the laws , Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry , and Pope . Friend to my life ! ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle ...
... son neglects the laws , Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry , and Pope . Friend to my life ! ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle ...
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... son one shoulder had too high . Such Ovid's nose , and , ' Sir ! you have an eye- Go on , obliging creatures , make me see All that disgraced my betters met in me . Say for my comfort , languishing in bed , Just so immortal Maro held ...
... son one shoulder had too high . Such Ovid's nose , and , ' Sir ! you have an eye- Go on , obliging creatures , make me see All that disgraced my betters met in me . Say for my comfort , languishing in bed , Just so immortal Maro held ...
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... son was drown'd , ) At such a feast , old vinegar to spare , Is what two souls so generous cannot bear : Oil , though it stink , they drop by drop impart , But souse the cabbage with a bounteous heart . He knows to live , who keeps the ...
... son was drown'd , ) At such a feast , old vinegar to spare , Is what two souls so generous cannot bear : Oil , though it stink , they drop by drop impart , But souse the cabbage with a bounteous heart . He knows to live , who keeps the ...
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... Homer's rule the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest . ) ' Pray Heaven it last ! ' cries Swift , ' as you go on : I wish to God this house had been your own . Pity ! to build , without a son or wife IMITATIONS OF HORACE . 27.
... Homer's rule the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest . ) ' Pray Heaven it last ! ' cries Swift , ' as you go on : I wish to God this house had been your own . Pity ! to build , without a son or wife IMITATIONS OF HORACE . 27.
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... son or wife ; Why , you'll enjoy it only all your life . ' Well , if the use be mine , can it concern one , Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon ? What's property ? dear Swift ! you see it alter From you to me , from me to Peter ...
... son or wife ; Why , you'll enjoy it only all your life . ' Well , if the use be mine , can it concern one , Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon ? What's property ? dear Swift ! you see it alter From you to me , from me to Peter ...
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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.