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59 The First Book of the Epiftles of Horace , Ep . I. 79 The First Book of the Epiftles
of Horace , Ep . VI . 101 The Second Beak of the Epistles of Horace , Ep . I. 117
The Second Book of the Epistles of Horace , Ep . II . 161 SATIRES of Dr. John ...
59 The First Book of the Epiftles of Horace , Ep . I. 79 The First Book of the Epiftles
of Horace , Ep . VI . 101 The Second Beak of the Epistles of Horace , Ep . I. 117
The Second Book of the Epistles of Horace , Ep . II . 161 SATIRES of Dr. John ...
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These are the persons to whose account the Author charges the publication of
his first pieces : persons , with whom he was conversant ( and he adds beloved )
at 16 or 17 years of age ; an early period for such acquaintance . The catalogue ...
These are the persons to whose account the Author charges the publication of
his first pieces : persons , with whom he was conversant ( and he adds beloved )
at 16 or 17 years of age ; an early period for such acquaintance . The catalogue ...
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... Us be fix'd , and our own masters still . Notes . imitation , in the concluding part ,
obliged him to diverfify the sentiment . They are equally noble : but Horace's is
expreffed with the greater force . !! T H E FIRST EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BO Sat.
... Us be fix'd , and our own masters still . Notes . imitation , in the concluding part ,
obliged him to diverfify the sentiment . They are equally noble : but Horace's is
expreffed with the greater force . !! T H E FIRST EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BO Sat.
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Alexander Pope. T H E FIRST EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BO O K OF HO RA C E. E
PISTOL A I. RIMA diete mihi , summa dicende.
Alexander Pope. T H E FIRST EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BO O K OF HO RA C E. E
PISTOL A I. RIMA diete mihi , summa dicende.
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admire atque Author bear beauty becauſe beſt better cauſe Character Court divine eſt ev'n ev'ry eyes Fame father fear firſt fool force Genius give Gold grace grave half head hear heart himſelf honour Horace hurt imitation juſt keep King land laſt laugh Laws learned leſs live look Lord mean mind moral moſt Muſe muſt Nature never noble Notes once Original painted pleaſe Poet poor praiſe quae quid quod rich ridicule round rules ſame Satire ſay ſee ſenſe ſhall ſhould ſome ſtate ſtill ſuch tell theſe thing thoſe thought thro tibi town true truth turn uſe verſe Vice Virtue whole whoſe Wife write
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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.
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| Titel | The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &c Band 4 von The Works of Alexander Pope: Esq., with His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements; as They Were Delivered to the Editor a Little Before His Death; Together with the Commentaries and Notes of Mr. Warburton, William Warburton |
| Autor/in | Alexander Pope |
| Verlag | J. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 11. Juli 2007 |
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