The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ... |
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... The truth once told ( and wherefore should we lie ? ) The queen of Midas slept ,
and so may 1 . You think this cruel : take it for a rule , No creature smarts so little
as a fool . Let peals of laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , Thou unconcern'd ...
... The truth once told ( and wherefore should we lie ? ) The queen of Midas slept ,
and so may 1 . You think this cruel : take it for a rule , No creature smarts so little
as a fool . Let peals of laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , Thou unconcern'd ...
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I sought no homage from the race that write : I kept , like Asian monarchs , from
their sight : Poems I heeded ( now be - rhymed so long ) No more than thou ,
great George ! a birth - day song I ne'er with wits or witlings pass'd my days , To ...
I sought no homage from the race that write : I kept , like Asian monarchs , from
their sight : Poems I heeded ( now be - rhymed so long ) No more than thou ,
great George ! a birth - day song I ne'er with wits or witlings pass'd my days , To ...
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When luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf , Cursed by thy neighbours , thy trustees ,
thyself ; To friends , to fortune , to mankind a shame , Think how posterity will treat
thy name ; And buy a rope , that future times may tell Thou hast at least bestow'd
...
When luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf , Cursed by thy neighbours , thy trustees ,
thyself ; To friends , to fortune , to mankind a shame , Think how posterity will treat
thy name ; And buy a rope , that future times may tell Thou hast at least bestow'd
...
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To either India see the merchant fly , Scared at the spectre of pale poverty ; See
him , with pains of body , pangs of soul , Burn through the tropic , freeze beneath
the pole . Wilt thou do nothing for a noble end , Nothing to make philosophy thy ...
To either India see the merchant fly , Scared at the spectre of pale poverty ; See
him , with pains of body , pangs of soul , Burn through the tropic , freeze beneath
the pole . Wilt thou do nothing for a noble end , Nothing to make philosophy thy ...
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Graced as thou art , with all the power of words , So known , so honour'd , at the
house of lords : Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh More silent far , ) where
kings and poets lie : Where Murray ( long enough his country's pride ) Shall be no
...
Graced as thou art , with all the power of words , So known , so honour'd , at the
house of lords : Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh More silent far , ) where
kings and poets lie : Where Murray ( long enough his country's pride ) Shall be no
...
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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.