The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Том 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... turn divine . " Bless me ! a packet .- ' Tis a stranger sues , A virgin tragedy , an orphan Muse . " If I dislike it , " Furies , death , and rage If I approve , " Commend it to the stage . " There ( thank my stars ) my whole commission ...
... turn divine . " Bless me ! a packet .- ' Tis a stranger sues , A virgin tragedy , an orphan Muse . " If I dislike it , " Furies , death , and rage If I approve , " Commend it to the stage . " There ( thank my stars ) my whole commission ...
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... The bard whom pilfer'd pastorals renown , Who turns a Persian tale for half - a - crown , 1 1 Ambrose Philips translated the Persian Tales from the French . Just writes to make his barrenness appear , And strains 8 THE POEMS.
... The bard whom pilfer'd pastorals renown , Who turns a Persian tale for half - a - crown , 1 1 Ambrose Philips translated the Persian Tales from the French . Just writes to make his barrenness appear , And strains 8 THE POEMS.
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... Turns you from sound philosophy aside ; Not when from plate to plate your eyeballs roll , And the brain dances to the mantling bowl . Hear Bethel's sermon , one not vers'd in schools , But strong in sense , and wise without the rules ...
... Turns you from sound philosophy aside ; Not when from plate to plate your eyeballs roll , And the brain dances to the mantling bowl . Hear Bethel's sermon , one not vers'd in schools , But strong in sense , and wise without the rules ...
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... turn away . ' Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords : To Hounslow Heath I point , and Bansted Down , Thence comes your mutton , and these chicks my own : From yon old walnut tree a ...
... turn away . ' Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords : To Hounslow Heath I point , and Bansted Down , Thence comes your mutton , and these chicks my own : From yon old walnut tree a ...
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... Turn round to square , and square again to round ; You never change one muscle of your face , You think this madness but a common case ; Nor once to chancery nor to Hale apply , Yet hang your lip to see a seam awry ! Careless how ill I ...
... Turn round to square , and square again to round ; You never change one muscle of your face , You think this madness but a common case ; Nor once to chancery nor to Hale apply , Yet hang your lip to see a seam awry ! Careless how ill I ...
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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...