The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... tell me I could write ; Well - natured Garth inflamed with early praise , And Congreve loved , and Swift endured , my lays , The courtly Talbot , Somers , Sheffield read , E'en mitred Rochester would nod the head , VOL . II . 2 And St ...
... tell me I could write ; Well - natured Garth inflamed with early praise , And Congreve loved , and Swift endured , my lays , The courtly Talbot , Somers , Sheffield read , E'en mitred Rochester would nod the head , VOL . II . 2 And St ...
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... tell it on his tomb : Of all thy blameless life the sole return My verse , and Queensberry weeping o'er thy urn ! Oh , let me live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do :) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease ...
... tell it on his tomb : Of all thy blameless life the sole return My verse , and Queensberry weeping o'er thy urn ! Oh , let me live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do :) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease ...
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... tell you how this man was bit ; This dreaded satirist Dennis will confess Foe to his pride , but friend to his distress ! So humble , he has knock'd at Tibbald's door , Has drunk with Cibber , nay , has rhymed for Moore : Full ten years ...
... tell you how this man was bit ; This dreaded satirist Dennis will confess Foe to his pride , but friend to his distress ! So humble , he has knock'd at Tibbald's door , Has drunk with Cibber , nay , has rhymed for Moore : Full ten years ...
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... repeats , Fond to spread friendships , but to cover heats ; To help who want , to forward who excel ; This , all who know me , know , who love me , tell ; And who unknown defame me , let them be Scribblers 22 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... repeats , Fond to spread friendships , but to cover heats ; To help who want , to forward who excel ; This , all who know me , know , who love me , tell ; And who unknown defame me , let them be Scribblers 22 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... tell Thou hast at least bestow'd one penny well . ' Right , ' cries his lordship , ' for a rogue in need To have a taste , is insolence indeed : In me ' tis noble , suits my birth and state , My wealth unwieldy , and my heap too great ...
... tell Thou hast at least bestow'd one penny well . ' Right , ' cries his lordship , ' for a rogue in need To have a taste , is insolence indeed : In me ' tis noble , suits my birth and state , My wealth unwieldy , and my heap too great ...
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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.