The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme , A painted mistress , or a purling ftream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and fate ftill . Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never ...
... Sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme , A painted mistress , or a purling ftream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and fate ftill . Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never ...
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... sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely bad , It is not Poetry , but profe run mad : All these , my modeft Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch ...
... sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely bad , It is not Poetry , but profe run mad : All these , my modeft Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch ...
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... Sense , Or fimple pride for flatt'ry makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whiftled off my hands ! Bleft be the Great ! for thofe they take away , And those they left me ; for they left me GAY ; Left me to fee neglected Genius bloom ...
... Sense , Or fimple pride for flatt'ry makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whiftled off my hands ! Bleft be the Great ! for thofe they take away , And those they left me ; for they left me GAY ; Left me to fee neglected Genius bloom ...
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Alexander Pope. Who can your merit selfishly approve , And show the sense of it without the love ; Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injur'd , to defend ; Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , And ...
Alexander Pope. Who can your merit selfishly approve , And show the sense of it without the love ; Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injur'd , to defend ; Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , And ...
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... sense , and wife without the rules . Go work , hunt , exercife ! ( he thus began ) Then fcorn a homely dinner , if you can . ¡ Your wine lock'd up , your Butler ftroll❜d abroad , Or fish deny'd ( the river yet unthaw'd ) NOTES . IQ VER ...
... sense , and wife without the rules . Go work , hunt , exercife ! ( he thus began ) Then fcorn a homely dinner , if you can . ¡ Your wine lock'd up , your Butler ftroll❜d abroad , Or fish deny'd ( the river yet unthaw'd ) NOTES . IQ VER ...
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Seite 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 17 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 51 - 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 grave.
Seite 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Seite 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Seite 234 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Seite 6 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Seite 30 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Seite 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Seite 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.