The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ... |
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I had no thoughts of publishing it , till it pleased some persons of rank and fortune
, ( the authors of Verses to the imitator ... and my own lazi . ness to undertake so
awkward a task , I thought it the shortest way to put the last hand to this Epistle .
I had no thoughts of publishing it , till it pleased some persons of rank and fortune
, ( the authors of Verses to the imitator ... and my own lazi . ness to undertake so
awkward a task , I thought it the shortest way to put the last hand to this Epistle .
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Not fortune's worshipper , nor fashion's fool , Not lucre's madman , nor ambition's
tool , Not proud , nor servile : be one poet's praise , That , if he pleased , he
pleased by manly ways That flattery , e'en to kings , he held a shame , And
thought a ...
Not fortune's worshipper , nor fashion's fool , Not lucre's madman , nor ambition's
tool , Not proud , nor servile : be one poet's praise , That , if he pleased , he
pleased by manly ways That flattery , e'en to kings , he held a shame , And
thought a ...
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... of town and court abuse His father , mother , body , soul , and muse Yet why ?
that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbour fool : That harmless
mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this and spare his family , James Moore !
... of town and court abuse His father , mother , body , soul , and muse Yet why ?
that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbour fool : That harmless
mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this and spare his family , James Moore !
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Be no unpleasing melancholy mine ; Me , let the tender office long engage , To
rock the cradle of reposing age , With lenient arts extend a mother's breath , Make
languor smile , and smooth the bed of death ; Explore the thought , explain the ...
Be no unpleasing melancholy mine ; Me , let the tender office long engage , To
rock the cradle of reposing age , With lenient arts extend a mother's breath , Make
languor smile , and smooth the bed of death ; Explore the thought , explain the ...
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... nor kept a thought within In me what spots ( for spots I have ) appear , Will
prove at least the medium must be clear , In this impartial glass , my muse intends
Fair to expose myself , my foes , my friends ; Publish the present age ; but where
my ...
... nor kept a thought within In me what spots ( for spots I have ) appear , Will
prove at least the medium must be clear , In this impartial glass , my muse intends
Fair to expose myself , my foes , my friends ; Publish the present age ; but where
my ...
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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.