The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Том 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... Writ underneath the country signs ; Or , ' Have you nothing new to - day From Pope , from Parnell , or from Gay ? ' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines , As once a week we travel down To Windsor , and again to ...
... Writ underneath the country signs ; Or , ' Have you nothing new to - day From Pope , from Parnell , or from Gay ? ' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines , As once a week we travel down To Windsor , and again to ...
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... writ ; How Shadwell hasty , Wycherley was slow ; But for the passions , Southerne sure , and Rowe ! These , only these , support the crowded stage , From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age . ' All this may be ; the people's voice is ...
... writ ; How Shadwell hasty , Wycherley was slow ; But for the passions , Southerne sure , and Rowe ! These , only these , support the crowded stage , From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age . ' All this may be ; the people's voice is ...
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... writ romance . Then marble , soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form : Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye , that spoke the melting soul . No wonder then , when all was love and sport , The ...
... writ romance . Then marble , soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form : Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye , that spoke the melting soul . No wonder then , when all was love and sport , The ...
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... writ ! How Van wants grace , who never wanted wit ! The stage how loosely does Astrea tread , Who fairly puts all characters to bed ! And idle Cibber , how he breaks the laws , To make poor Pinkeys eat with vast applause ! But fill ...
... writ ! How Van wants grace , who never wanted wit ! The stage how loosely does Astrea tread , Who fairly puts all characters to bed ! And idle Cibber , how he breaks the laws , To make poor Pinkeys eat with vast applause ! But fill ...
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... writ of kings , ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . THE SECOND EPISTLE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE . Ludentis speciem dabit , et torquebitur . HOR . DEAR colonel , 1 ...
... writ of kings , ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . THE SECOND EPISTLE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE . Ludentis speciem dabit , et torquebitur . HOR . DEAR colonel , 1 ...
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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...