The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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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 and hand in song . His library ( where busts of poets dead , And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Received of wits an undistinguish'd race , Who first his judgment ask'd , and then a place ; Much they extoll'd his pictures ...
... hand and hand in song . His library ( where busts of poets dead , And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Received 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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... 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 ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . " Tis true , no ...
... 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 ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . " Tis true , no ...
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... hand : to make remarks , Who rules in Cornwall , or who rules in Berks : This may be troublesome , is near the chair ; That makes three members , this can choose a mayor Instructed thus , you bow , embrace , protest , Adopt him son , or ...
... hand : to make remarks , Who rules in Cornwall , or who rules in Berks : This may be troublesome , is near the chair ; That makes three members , this can choose a mayor Instructed thus , you bow , embrace , protest , Adopt him son , or ...
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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.