The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Том 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... hand to this epistle . If it have any thing pleasing , it will be that by which I am most desirous to please , the truth and the sentiment ; and if any thing offensive , it will be only to those I am least sorry to offend , the vicious ...
... hand to this epistle . If it have any thing pleasing , it will be that by which I am most desirous to please , the truth and the sentiment ; and if any thing offensive , it will be only to those I am least sorry to offend , the vicious ...
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... hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , through my grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge , They stop the chariot , and ...
... hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , through my grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge , They stop the chariot , and ...
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... hand in hand in song . His library ( where busts of poets dead , And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race , Who first his judgment ask'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures ...
... hand in hand in song . His library ( where busts of poets dead , And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race , Who first his judgment ask'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures ...
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... man . In south - sea days , not happier , when surmis'd The lord of thousands , than if now excis'd ; 8 A stroke of satire at the avarice of the Duke of Marl- borough . In forest planted by a father's hand , Than in 30 THE POEMS.
... man . In south - sea days , not happier , when surmis'd The lord of thousands , than if now excis'd ; 8 A stroke of satire at the avarice of the Duke of Marl- borough . In forest planted by a father's hand , Than in 30 THE POEMS.
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With a Life Alexander Pope. In forest planted by a father's hand , Than in five acres now of rented land . Content with little , I can piddle here On brocoli and mutton round the year ; But ancient friends ( though poor , or out of play ) ...
With a Life Alexander Pope. In forest planted by a father's hand , Than in five acres now of rented land . Content with little , I can piddle here On brocoli and mutton round the year ; But ancient friends ( though poor , or out of play ) ...
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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.
Страница 360 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly ! 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 restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Страница 117 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by Ridicule alone.
Страница 7 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Страница 16 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...
Страница 8 - Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Страница 141 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust ; But that the worthy and the good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY...
Страница 3 - 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 360 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Страница 3 - And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song...