The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. From the text of dr. Warburton. With the life of the author [by T. Cibber].1807 |
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... sense but found no bottom there , Yet wrote and flounder an in mere despair . Vide Dunciad VolBook Page 206 , line .. Printed for C.Cooke May 232807 . THE POETICAL WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE , WITH HIS LAST. POPE'S POEMS .
... sense but found no bottom there , Yet wrote and flounder an in mere despair . Vide Dunciad VolBook Page 206 , line .. Printed for C.Cooke May 232807 . THE POETICAL WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE , WITH HIS LAST. POPE'S POEMS .
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... . Brown . EMBELLISHED WITH SUPERB ENGRAVINGS . London : Printed for C. COOKE , Paternofter Row , by R.M'Donald , 13 , Green Arbour Court , and sold by all the Booksellers in the United Kingdom BODLEIAL AN - 7 APR 1900 LIBRAR RY THE ...
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... -------- That virtue only makes our bliss below , And all our knowledge is --- ourselves to know ? Essay on Man . PRINTED AND EMBELLISHED Under the Direction of C. COOKE . EPISTLE ΤΟ DR . ARBUTHNOT ; BEING THE PROLOGUE TO.
... -------- That virtue only makes our bliss below , And all our knowledge is --- ourselves to know ? Essay on Man . PRINTED AND EMBELLISHED Under the Direction of C. COOKE . EPISTLE ΤΟ DR . ARBUTHNOT ; BEING THE PROLOGUE TO.
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... if the whim should bite , To court applause by printing what I write ! But let the fit pass o'er ; I'm wise enough To stop my ears to their confounded stuff . 145 150 In vain bad rhymers all mankind reject , They treat 58 POPE'S POEMS .
... if the whim should bite , To court applause by printing what I write ! But let the fit pass o'er ; I'm wise enough To stop my ears to their confounded stuff . 145 150 In vain bad rhymers all mankind reject , They treat 58 POPE'S POEMS .
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... from no venal or ungrateful Muse . This epistle , and the two following , were written some years before the rest , and originally printed in 1717 . Whether thy hand strike out some free design , Where I 2 EPISTLES . 99.
... from no venal or ungrateful Muse . This epistle , and the two following , were written some years before the rest , and originally printed in 1717 . Whether thy hand strike out some free design , Where I 2 EPISTLES . 99.
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Страница 90 - A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day.
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Страница 116 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.