The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... sure imported to remove , To hunt for truth in Maudlin's learned grove . ) But knottier points , he knew not half so well , Deprived us soon of our paternal cell ; And certain laws , by sufferers thought unjust , Denied all posts of ...
... sure imported to remove , To hunt for truth in Maudlin's learned grove . ) But knottier points , he knew not half so well , Deprived us soon of our paternal cell ; And certain laws , by sufferers thought unjust , Denied all posts of ...
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... sure no statute in his favour says , How free or frugal I shall pass my days : I who at some times spend , at others spare , Divided between carelessness and care . " Tis one thing madly to disperse my store ; Another , not to heed to ...
... sure no statute in his favour says , How free or frugal I shall pass my days : I who at some times spend , at others spare , Divided between carelessness and care . " Tis one thing madly to disperse my store ; Another , not to heed to ...
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... Guianaes rarities , Stranger than strangers : one who , for a Dane , In the Danes ' massacre had sure been slain , If he had lived then ; and without help dies , One , whom the mob , when next we find 66 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... Guianaes rarities , Stranger than strangers : one who , for a Dane , In the Danes ' massacre had sure been slain , If he had lived then ; and without help dies , One , whom the mob , when next we find 66 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... sure would cry Sir , by your priesthood , tell me what you are ? ' His clothes were strange , though coarse , and black though bare , Sleeveless his jerkin was , and had it been Velvet , but ' twas now , ( so much ground was seen ) ...
... sure would cry Sir , by your priesthood , tell me what you are ? ' His clothes were strange , though coarse , and black though bare , Sleeveless his jerkin was , and had it been Velvet , but ' twas now , ( so much ground was seen ) ...
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... sure transition to his own : Till I cried out , ' You prove yourself so able Pity ! you was not Druggerman at Babel ; For had they found a linguist half so good , I make no question but the tower had stood . ' Obliging sir ! for courts ...
... sure transition to his own : Till I cried out , ' You prove yourself so able Pity ! you was not Druggerman at Babel ; For had they found a linguist half so good , I make no question but the tower had stood . ' Obliging sir ! for courts ...
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Страница 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
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 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
Страница 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Страница 11 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
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 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Страница 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.
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 305 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.