The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme , A painted mistress , or a purling ftream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and fate ftill . Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never ...
... Sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme , A painted mistress , or a purling ftream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and fate ftill . Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never ...
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... sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely bad , It is not Poetry , but profe run mad : All these , my modeft Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch ...
... sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely bad , It is not Poetry , but profe run mad : All these , my modeft Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch ...
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... Sense , Or fimple pride for flatt'ry makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whiftled off my hands ! Bleft be the Great ! for thofe they take away , And those they left me ; for they left me GAY ; Left me to fee neglected Genius bloom ...
... Sense , Or fimple pride for flatt'ry makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whiftled off my hands ! Bleft be the Great ! for thofe they take away , And those they left me ; for they left me GAY ; Left me to fee neglected Genius bloom ...
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Alexander Pope. 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 , injur'd , to defend ; Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , And ...
Alexander Pope. 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 , injur'd , to defend ; Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , And ...
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... sense , and wife without the rules . Go work , hunt , exercife ! ( he thus began ) Then fcorn a homely dinner , if you can . ¡ Your wine lock'd up , your Butler ftroll❜d abroad , Or fish deny'd ( the river yet unthaw'd ) NOTES . IQ VER ...
... sense , and wife without the rules . Go work , hunt , exercife ! ( he thus began ) Then fcorn a homely dinner , if you can . ¡ Your wine lock'd up , your Butler ftroll❜d abroad , Or fish deny'd ( the river yet unthaw'd ) NOTES . IQ VER ...
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