The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., to which is Prefixed the Life of the Author, Том 2J. Gladding, 1836 |
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... rise ; Damn with faint praise , assent with civil leer , And , without sneering , teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Just hint a fault , and hesitate dislike ; Alike reserved to blame or to commend ...
... rise ; Damn with faint praise , assent with civil leer , And , without sneering , teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Just hint a fault , and hesitate dislike ; Alike reserved to blame or to commend ...
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... Rise from a clergy or a city feast ! What life in all that ample body ? say , What heavenly particle inspires the clay ? The soul subsides , and wickedly inclines To seem but mortal e'en in sound divines . On morning wings how active ...
... Rise from a clergy or a city feast ! What life in all that ample body ? say , What heavenly particle inspires the clay ? The soul subsides , and wickedly inclines To seem but mortal e'en in sound divines . On morning wings how active ...
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... rise and fall , There are , my friend ! whose philosophic eyes Look through , and trust the Ruler with his skies ; To him commit the hour , the day , the year , And view this dreadful all without a fear . Admire we then what earth's low ...
... rise and fall , There are , my friend ! whose philosophic eyes Look through , and trust the Ruler with his skies ; To him commit the hour , the day , the year , And view this dreadful all without a fear . Admire we then what earth's low ...
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... rise , Add one round hundred , and ( if that's not fair ) Add fifty more , and bring it to a square : For , mark the advantage ; just so many score Will gain a wife with half as many more ; Procure her beauty , make that beauty chaste ...
... rise , Add one round hundred , and ( if that's not fair ) Add fifty more , and bring it to a square : For , mark the advantage ; just so many score Will gain a wife with half as many more ; Procure her beauty , make that beauty chaste ...
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... rising ray Each star of meaner merit fades away ! Oppress'd we feel the beam directly beat ; Those suns of glory ... rise . Just in one instance , be it yet confess'd , Your people , sir , are partial in the rest : Foes to all living ...
... rising ray Each star of meaner merit fades away ! Oppress'd we feel the beam directly beat ; Those suns of glory ... rise . Just in one instance , be it yet confess'd , Your people , sir , are partial in the rest : Foes to all living ...
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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 11 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Страница 10 - Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence While pure description held the place of sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme, A painted mistress, or a purling stream.
Страница 131 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Страница 7 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage !' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
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 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 11 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Страница 305 - Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Страница 14 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.