The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... knave's a knave to me , in every state ; Alike my scorn , if he succeed or fail , Sporus at court , or Japhet in a jail : A hireling scribbler , or a hireling peer , Knight of the post corrupt , or of the shire ; If on a pillory , or ...
... knave's a knave to me , in every state ; Alike my scorn , if he succeed or fail , Sporus at court , or Japhet in a jail : A hireling scribbler , or a hireling peer , Knight of the post corrupt , or of the shire ; If on a pillory , or ...
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... knave , Unplaced , unpension'd , no man's heir or slave ? I will , or perish in the generous cause : Hear this , and tremble ! you who ' scape the laws . Yes , while I live , no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world in credit to his ...
... knave , Unplaced , unpension'd , no man's heir or slave ? I will , or perish in the generous cause : Hear this , and tremble ! you who ' scape the laws . Yes , while I live , no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world in credit to his ...
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... knave , Secure of peace at least beyond the grave . I've had my purgatory here betimes , And paid for all my satires , all my rhymes . The poet's hell , its tortures , fiends , and flames , To this were trifles , toys , and empty names ...
... knave , Secure of peace at least beyond the grave . I've had my purgatory here betimes , And paid for all my satires , all my rhymes . The poet's hell , its tortures , fiends , and flames , To this were trifles , toys , and empty names ...
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... not the sneer of more impartial men At sense and virtue balance all again . Judicious wits spread wide the ridicule , And charitably comfort knave and fool . ; P. Dear sir , forgive the prejudice of youth : 80 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... not the sneer of more impartial men At sense and virtue balance all again . Judicious wits spread wide the ridicule , And charitably comfort knave and fool . ; P. Dear sir , forgive the prejudice of youth : 80 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... knave Be graced through life , and flatter'd in his grave . F. Why so ? if satire knows its time and place , You still may lash the greatest - in disgrace : For merit will by turns forsake them all ; Would you know when ? exactly when ...
... knave Be graced through life , and flatter'd in his grave . F. Why so ? if satire knows its time and place , You still may lash the greatest - in disgrace : For merit will by turns forsake them all ; Would you know when ? exactly when ...
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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.