The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Band 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... admire him for his jokes- See but the fortune of some folks ! ' There flies about a strange report Of some express arriv'd at court ; I'm stopp'd by all the fools I meet , And catechis'd in every street . ' You , Mr. Dean , frequent the ...
... admire him for his jokes- See but the fortune of some folks ! ' There flies about a strange report Of some express arriv'd at court ; I'm stopp'd by all the fools I meet , And catechis'd in every street . ' You , Mr. Dean , frequent the ...
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... admire , is all the art I know , To make men happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray ! needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self - centre ...
... admire , is all the art I know , To make men happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray ! needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self - centre ...
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... admire : Whether we joy or grieve , the same the curse , Surpris'd at better , or surpris'd at worse . Thus good or bad , to one extreme betray Th ' unbalanc'd mind , and snatch the man away ; For virtue's self may too much zeal be had ...
... admire : Whether we joy or grieve , the same the curse , Surpris'd at better , or surpris'd at worse . Thus good or bad , to one extreme betray Th ' unbalanc'd mind , and snatch the man away ; For virtue's self may too much zeal be had ...
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... admire , but be admir'd , 2 Sigh while his Chloe , blind to wit and worth , Weds the rich dulness of some son of earth ? Yet time ennobles or degrades each line ; It brighten'd Craggs's , and may darken thine . And what is fame ? the ...
... admire , but be admir'd , 2 Sigh while his Chloe , blind to wit and worth , Weds the rich dulness of some son of earth ? Yet time ennobles or degrades each line ; It brighten'd Craggs's , and may darken thine . And what is fame ? the ...
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... Admire whate'er the maddest can admire . Is wealth thy passion ? hence ! from pole to pole , Where winds can carry , or where waves can roll ; For Indian spices , for Peruvian gold , Prevent the greedy , and outbid the bold : Advance ...
... Admire whate'er the maddest can admire . Is wealth thy passion ? hence ! from pole to pole , Where winds can carry , or where waves can roll ; For Indian spices , for Peruvian gold , Prevent the greedy , and outbid the bold : Advance ...
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abused admire Æneid Ambrose Philips ancient bard Bavius Behold Bishop bless'd called character Charles Gildon Cibber Concanen court cries Curll Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'en Edmund Curll epic EPISTLE Eridanus Essay on Criticism eyes fame fate folly fool genius Gildon goddess grace hath head heaven hero Homer honour Horace Iliad IMITATIONS James Moore king knave labour Laureate learned LEONARD WELSTED Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Hervey lov'd MIST'S JOURNAL moral muse ne'er never o'er octavo Oldmixon once Ovid person pleas'd poem poet poet's poetry Pope Pope's praise prince printed proud queen REMARKS rhyme saith satire Scriblerus sing song soul sure Swift thee Theobald things thou translated truth verse VIRG Virgil virtue Welsted Whig wings words writ write youth
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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.
Seite 360 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly ! 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 restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Seite 117 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by Ridicule alone.
Seite 7 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Seite 16 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...
Seite 8 - Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Seite 141 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust ; But that the worthy and the good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY...
Seite 3 - 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 360 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Seite 3 - And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song...