The Works of Alexander Pope Esq, Band 7J. and P. Knapton [and others], 1751 |
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... whose wit is as fpiritual as your judgment infallible : in whofe judgment I have an implicit faith , and fhall always fubfcribe to it to fave my works , in this world , from the flames and damnation . Pray , prefent my moft humble ...
... whose wit is as fpiritual as your judgment infallible : in whofe judgment I have an implicit faith , and fhall always fubfcribe to it to fave my works , in this world , from the flames and damnation . Pray , prefent my moft humble ...
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... whose lofs itself they do not so much regret , as that of their friends whom they leave be- hind in it . For I do not know one thing for which I can envy London , but for your continuing there . Yet I guess you will expect me to recant ...
... whose lofs itself they do not so much regret , as that of their friends whom they leave be- hind in it . For I do not know one thing for which I can envy London , but for your continuing there . Yet I guess you will expect me to recant ...
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... Whose herds with milk , whose fields with bread , Whose flocks fupply him with attire , Whose trees in fummer yield him shade , In winter , fire , Bleft , who can unconcern'dly find Hours , days , and years flide soft away , In health ...
... Whose herds with milk , whose fields with bread , Whose flocks fupply him with attire , Whose trees in fummer yield him shade , In winter , fire , Bleft , who can unconcern'dly find Hours , days , and years flide soft away , In health ...
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... whose faults we fee , but love her with them all . You have very judiciously alter'd his method in fome places , and I can find nothing which I dare infift upon as an error : what I have written in the margins being merely gueffes at a ...
... whose faults we fee , but love her with them all . You have very judiciously alter'd his method in fome places , and I can find nothing which I dare infift upon as an error : what I have written in the margins being merely gueffes at a ...
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... whose order of the fpheres is clear in Ci- cero , De natura Deorum , De fomnio Scipionis , and in Macrobius . The feat of the Semidei manes is Pla- tonic too , for Apuleius De deo Socratis affigns the fame to the Genii , viz . the ...
... whose order of the fpheres is clear in Ci- cero , De natura Deorum , De fomnio Scipionis , and in Macrobius . The feat of the Semidei manes is Pla- tonic too , for Apuleius De deo Socratis affigns the fame to the Genii , viz . the ...
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Seite 69 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Seite 190 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Seite 190 - The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say. Sister spirit, come away.
Seite 189 - I should myself be much better pleased, if I were told you called me your little friend, than if you complimented me with the title of a great genius, or an eminent hand, as Jacob does all his authors.
Seite 244 - Don't you design to let him pass a year at Oxford ? "To what purpose? (said he) the Universities do but make Pedants, and I intend to breed him a man of business.
Seite 244 - Now damn them ! what if they should put it into the newspaper, how you and I went together to Oxford ? what would I care? If I should go down into Sussex, they would say I was gone to the Speaker. But what of that ? If my son were but big enough to go on with the business, by G — d I would keep as good company as old Jacob.
Seite 214 - ... me to live agreeably in the town, or contentedly in the country, which is really all the difference I set between an easy fortune and a small one.
Seite 236 - ... to one of the few, who (in any age) have come up to that character. I am...
Seite 132 - Shakespear has it) to dinner, with what appetite they may and after that, till midnight, walk, work, or think, which they please.
Seite 184 - ... not very common to young men, that the attractions of the world have not dazzled me very much ; and I...