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Nor like a puppy , daggled thro ' the town , To fetch and carry sing - long up and
down ; 225 Nor at Rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cry'd , With handkerchief
and orange at my side ; But fick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the ...
Nor like a puppy , daggled thro ' the town , To fetch and carry sing - long up and
down ; 225 Nor at Rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cry'd , With handkerchief
and orange at my side ; But fick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the ...
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... He walks , an object new beneath the fun ! The boys flock round him , and the
people ftare : So ftiff , fo mute ! fome ftatue you would swear , Stept from its
pedestal to take the air ! And here , while town , and court , and city roars , With
mobs ...
... He walks , an object new beneath the fun ! The boys flock round him , and the
people ftare : So ftiff , fo mute ! fome ftatue you would swear , Stept from its
pedestal to take the air ! And here , while town , and court , and city roars , With
mobs ...
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Delightful Abs - court , if its fields afford ; Their fruits to you , confesses you its lord
: All * Worldly's hens , nay partridge , fold to town , His Ven'son too , a guinea
makes your own : 235 He bought at thousands , what with better wit You
purchase ...
Delightful Abs - court , if its fields afford ; Their fruits to you , confesses you its lord
: All * Worldly's hens , nay partridge , fold to town , His Ven'son too , a guinea
makes your own : 235 He bought at thousands , what with better wit You
purchase ...
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Join Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale , Let rising Granaries and Temples
here , There mingled farms and pyramids appear , Link towns to towns with
avenues of oak , 260 Enclose whole downs in walls , ' tis all a joke ! Inexorable
Death ...
Join Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale , Let rising Granaries and Temples
here , There mingled farms and pyramids appear , Link towns to towns with
avenues of oak , 260 Enclose whole downs in walls , ' tis all a joke ! Inexorable
Death ...
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Who stary'd a Sister , who forswore a Debt , I never nam'd ; the Town's enquiring
yeti The pois'ning Dame -- F. You mean – P. I don't . F. You do . P. See , now I
keep the Seeret , and not you ! The bribing Sratesinan + -F . Hold , too high you
go ...
Who stary'd a Sister , who forswore a Debt , I never nam'd ; the Town's enquiring
yeti The pois'ning Dame -- F. You mean – P. I don't . F. You do . P. See , now I
keep the Seeret , and not you ! The bribing Sratesinan + -F . Hold , too high you
go ...
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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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