The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... glory , While Tories call me Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire ' s my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a - muck , and tilt at all I meet ; I only wear it in a land of Hectors , Thieves , supercargoes , sharpers , and directors . Save ...
... glory , While Tories call me Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire ' s my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a - muck , and tilt at all I meet ; I only wear it in a land of Hectors , Thieves , supercargoes , sharpers , and directors . Save ...
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... glory please not till they set . To thee the world its present homage pays , The harvest early , but mature the praise : Great friend of liberty ! in kings a name Above all Greek , above all Roman fame ; Whose word is truth , as sacred ...
... glory please not till they set . To thee the world its present homage pays , The harvest early , but mature the praise : Great friend of liberty ! in kings a name Above all Greek , above all Roman fame ; Whose word is truth , as sacred ...
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... glory , wing'd his roving flight , And grew immortal in his own despite . Ben , old and poor , as little seem'd to heed The life to come in every poet's creed . Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet , His moral pleases , not his ...
... glory , wing'd his roving flight , And grew immortal in his own despite . Ben , old and poor , as little seem'd to heed The life to come in every poet's creed . Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet , His moral pleases , not his ...
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... glory rose , as Britain's fell ; The soldier breathed the gallantries of France , And every flowery courtier writ romance . Then marble , soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form : Lely on animated ...
... glory rose , as Britain's fell ; The soldier breathed the gallantries of France , And every flowery courtier writ romance . Then marble , soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form : Lely on animated ...
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... glory finds but short repose ; A breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrows Farewell the stage ! if , just as thrives the play The silly bard grows fat , or falls away . There still remains , to mortify a wit , The many - headed ...
... glory finds but short repose ; A breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrows Farewell the stage ! if , just as thrives the play The silly bard grows fat , or falls away . There still remains , to mortify a wit , The many - headed ...
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ancient bard Bavius behold bless'd Boileau called charms CHIG church Cibber court cried critics Curll Dennis divine dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'en Edmund Curll epic epigram EPISTLE Essay Essay on Criticism eyes fame fate flatter folly fool genius gentle gentleman Gildon give glory goddess grace grave hath head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Horace Iliad king knave laureate learned Leonard Welsted letters live lord lord Bolingbroke muse never numbers o'er Ogilby once panegyric person pleased poem poet poet's poetry Pope praise prince printed queen racter rage REMARKS rhyme saith satire scholiast Scribl Scriblerus sense Shakspeare shine sing SITY smile song soul sure thee things thou thought throne tion town true truth UNIV verse Virgil virtue Westminster Abbey Whig whore words writ write
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Seite 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.