The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... sing - song up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side : But sick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Castalian state . Proud as Apollo on his forked ...
... sing - song up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side : But sick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Castalian state . Proud as Apollo on his forked ...
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... sing :) First health : the stomach ( cramm'd from every dish , A tomb of boil'd and roast , and flesh and fish , Where bile , and wind , and phlegm , and acid jar , And all the man is one intestine war , ) Remembers oft the schoolboy's ...
... sing :) First health : the stomach ( cramm'd from every dish , A tomb of boil'd and roast , and flesh and fish , Where bile , and wind , and phlegm , and acid jar , And all the man is one intestine war , ) Remembers oft the schoolboy's ...
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... [ pounds , As Bug now has , and Dorimant would have . Barnard , thou art a cit with all thy worth ; But Bug and D * 1 , their honours , and so forth . Yet every child another song will sing , Virtue , 30 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS.
... [ pounds , As Bug now has , and Dorimant would have . Barnard , thou art a cit with all thy worth ; But Bug and D * 1 , their honours , and so forth . Yet every child another song will sing , Virtue , 30 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS.
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... sing , Virtue , brave boys ! ' tis virtue makes a king . ' frue , conscious honour , is to feel no sin , He's arm'd without that ' s innocent within ; Be this thy screen , and this thy wall of brass ; Compared to this , a minister ' s ...
... sing , Virtue , brave boys ! ' tis virtue makes a king . ' frue , conscious honour , is to feel no sin , He's arm'd without that ' s innocent within ; Be this thy screen , and this thy wall of brass ; Compared to this , a minister ' s ...
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... sing , we dance as well ; And learned Athens to our art must stoop , Could she behold us tumbling through a hoop . If time improve our wits as well as wine , Say at what age a poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not , account him ...
... sing , we dance as well ; And learned Athens to our art must stoop , Could she behold us tumbling through a hoop . If time improve our wits as well as wine , Say at what age a poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not , account him ...
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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.