The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., to which is Prefixed the Life of the Author, Band 2J. Gladding, 1836 |
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... soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ; Is there who , lock'd from ink and paper , scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ; All fly to Twit'nam , and in humble strain Apply to me , to keep them mad ...
... soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ; Is there who , lock'd from ink and paper , scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ; All fly to Twit'nam , and in humble strain Apply to me , to keep them mad ...
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... soul to save ? ' I found him close with Swift'- Indeed ! no doubt , ' Cries prating Balbus , ' something will come out . ' ' Tis all in vain , deny it as I will ; ' No , such a genius never can lie still : ' And then for mine obligingly ...
... soul to save ? ' I found him close with Swift'- Indeed ! no doubt , ' Cries prating Balbus , ' something will come out . ' ' Tis all in vain , deny it as I will ; ' No , such a genius never can lie still : ' And then for mine obligingly ...
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... soul , and muse Yet why ? that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbour fool : That harmless mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this and spare his family , James Moore ! Unspotted names , and memorable long , If ...
... soul , and muse Yet why ? that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbour fool : That harmless mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this and spare his family , James Moore ! Unspotted names , and memorable long , If ...
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... soul I cannot sleep a wink . I nod in company , I wake at night , Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F. You could not do a worse thing for your life . Why , if the night seems tedious - take a wife : Or rather truly , if your ...
... soul I cannot sleep a wink . I nod in company , I wake at night , Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F. You could not do a worse thing for your life . Why , if the night seems tedious - take a wife : Or rather truly , if your ...
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... soul stood forth , nor kept a thought within , In me what spots ( for spots I have ) appear , Will prove at least the medium must be clear . In this impartial glass , my muse intends Fair to expose myself , my foes , my friends ...
... soul stood forth , nor kept a thought within , In me what spots ( for spots I have ) appear , Will prove at least the medium must be clear . In this impartial glass , my muse intends Fair to expose myself , my foes , my friends ...
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Seite 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped. If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead.
Seite 11 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Seite 10 - Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence While pure description held the place of sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme, A painted mistress, or a purling stream.
Seite 131 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Seite 7 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage !' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Seite 306 - In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall, And universal Darkness buries all.
Seite 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Seite 11 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, 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 305 - Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Seite 14 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.