The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Band 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... light ? Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? " I found him close with Swift " - " Indeed ? no doubt ( Cries prating Balbus ) something ...
... light ? Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? " I found him close with Swift " - " Indeed ? no doubt ( Cries prating Balbus ) something ...
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... Lights of the church , or guardians of the laws ? Could pension'd Boileau lash in honest strain Flatterers and bigots e'en in Louis ' reign ? Could laureate Dryden pimp and friar engage , Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage ? And ...
... Lights of the church , or guardians of the laws ? Could pension'd Boileau lash in honest strain Flatterers and bigots e'en in Louis ' reign ? Could laureate Dryden pimp and friar engage , Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage ? And ...
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... light , Such as a king might read , a bishop write , Such as Sir Robert would approve ― F . Indeed ! The case is alter'd - you may then proceed : In such a cause the plaintiff will be hiss'd , My lords the judges laugh , and you're ...
... light , Such as a king might read , a bishop write , Such as Sir Robert would approve ― F . Indeed ! The case is alter'd - you may then proceed : In such a cause the plaintiff will be hiss'd , My lords the judges laugh , and you're ...
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... light as air . How pale each worshipful and reverend guest Rise from a clergy or a city feast ! What life in all that ample body say ? What heavenly particle inspires the clay ? The soul subsides , and wickedly inclines To seem but 28 ...
... light as air . How pale each worshipful and reverend guest Rise from a clergy or a city feast ! What life in all that ample body say ? What heavenly particle inspires the clay ? The soul subsides , and wickedly inclines To seem but 28 ...
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... light bark conveys On fame's mad voyage by the wind of praise , With what a shifting gale your course you ply , For ever sunk too low , or borne too high : Who pants for glory finds but short repose ; A breath revives him , or a breath ...
... light bark conveys On fame's mad voyage by the wind of praise , With what a shifting gale your course you ply , For ever sunk too low , or borne too high : Who pants for glory finds but short repose ; A breath revives him , or a breath ...
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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...