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But grave Epifles , & c . ] The legal objection is here more juftly and decently
taken off than in the Original . Ho . race evades the force of it with a quibble , Efo ,
fiquis mala ; fed bona f quis . But the Imitator's grave Epifles fhew the fatire to be a
...
But grave Epifles , & c . ] The legal objection is here more juftly and decently
taken off than in the Original . Ho . race evades the force of it with a quibble , Efo ,
fiquis mala ; fed bona f quis . But the Imitator's grave Epifles fhew the fatire to be a
...
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150 But grave Epiftles , bringing Vice to light , Such as a King might read , a
Bishop write , Such as Sir ROBERT would approveF. Indeed ? The Case is alter'
dm - you may then proceed ; 155 • In such a cause the Plaintiff will be hiss'd , My
...
150 But grave Epiftles , bringing Vice to light , Such as a King might read , a
Bishop write , Such as Sir ROBERT would approveF. Indeed ? The Case is alter'
dm - you may then proceed ; 155 • In such a cause the Plaintiff will be hiss'd , My
...
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Betterton's grave action dignify'd , Or well - mouth'd Booth with emphasis
proclaims , ( Tho ' but , perhaps , a muster - roll of Names ) How will our Fathers
rise up in a rage , 125 And swear , all shame is loft in George's Age ! You'd think v
no ...
Betterton's grave action dignify'd , Or well - mouth'd Booth with emphasis
proclaims , ( Tho ' but , perhaps , a muster - roll of Names ) How will our Fathers
rise up in a rage , 125 And swear , all shame is loft in George's Age ! You'd think v
no ...
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I die in charity with fool and knave , Secure of peace at least beyond the grave . I'
ve had my Purgatory here betimes , 5 And paid for all my satires , all my rhymes .
The Poet's hell , its tortures , fiends , and Aames , To this were trifles , toys and ...
I die in charity with fool and knave , Secure of peace at least beyond the grave . I'
ve had my Purgatory here betimes , 5 And paid for all my satires , all my rhymes .
The Poet's hell , its tortures , fiends , and Aames , To this were trifles , toys and ...
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So Satire is no more I feel it die No Gazetteer more innocent than I And let , a
God's - name , ev'ry Fool and Knaye 85 Be grac'd thro ' Life , and Aatter'd in his
Grave . F. Why so ? if Satire knows its Time and Place , You still may lalh the ...
So Satire is no more I feel it die No Gazetteer more innocent than I And let , a
God's - name , ev'ry Fool and Knaye 85 Be grac'd thro ' Life , and Aatter'd in his
Grave . F. Why so ? if Satire knows its Time and Place , You still may lalh the ...
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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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