The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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... she will . ' 80 This , this the faving doctrine , preach'd to all , From low St. James's up to high St. Paul ! * From him whofe quills ftand quiver'd at his ear , To him who notches fticks at Westminster . Barnard in fpirit , fenfe ...
... she will . ' 80 This , this the faving doctrine , preach'd to all , From low St. James's up to high St. Paul ! * From him whofe quills ftand quiver'd at his ear , To him who notches fticks at Westminster . Barnard in fpirit , fenfe ...
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... she in all her trim , He boarding her , she striking fail to him : 215 220 225 230 " Dear countefs ! you have charms all hearts to hit ! " And Sweet Sir Fopling ! you have fo much wit ! " Such Had all the morning held , now the fecond ...
... she in all her trim , He boarding her , she striking fail to him : 215 220 225 230 " Dear countefs ! you have charms all hearts to hit ! " And Sweet Sir Fopling ! you have fo much wit ! " Such Had all the morning held , now the fecond ...
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... She fears her drugs ill lay'd , her hair loose fet . Wouldn't Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine From hat to fhoe , himself at door refine , As if the prefence were a mofque and lift His skirts and hofe , and call his cloaths to fhrift ...
... She fears her drugs ill lay'd , her hair loose fet . Wouldn't Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine From hat to fhoe , himself at door refine , As if the prefence were a mofque and lift His skirts and hofe , and call his cloaths to fhrift ...
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... She died in 1737. Her death gave occafion , as is observed above , to many indifcreet and mean performances unworthy of her memory , whofe laft moments manifefted the utmost cou- rage and refolution . A title given that lord by king ...
... She died in 1737. Her death gave occafion , as is observed above , to many indifcreet and mean performances unworthy of her memory , whofe laft moments manifefted the utmost cou- rage and refolution . A title given that lord by king ...
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... She's ftill the fame belov'd , contented thing . Vice is undone , if she forgets her birth , And stoops from angels to the dregs of earth : But ' tis the fall degrades her to a whore : Let greatness own her , and she's mean no more ...
... She's ftill the fame belov'd , contented thing . Vice is undone , if she forgets her birth , And stoops from angels to the dregs of earth : But ' tis the fall degrades her to a whore : Let greatness own her , and she's mean no more ...
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Seite 127 - And here give me leave to mention what Monsieur Boileau has so well enlarged upon in the preface to his works: That wit and fine writing doth not consist so much in advancing things that are new, as in giving things that are known an agreeable turn.
Seite 2 - 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?
Seite 104 - 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 touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
Seite 3 - The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus ! round thee break, 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro...
Seite 9 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or, at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Seite 281 - We only furnish what he cannot use, Or wed to what he must divorce, a muse: Full in the midst of Euclid dip at once, And petrify a genius to a dunce: Or set on metaphysic ground to prance, Show all his paces, not a step advance.
Seite 11 - 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 2 - 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?
Seite 171 - Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, Where o'er the gates, by his fam'd father's hand Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand; One Cell there is, conceal'd from vulgar eye, The Cave of Poverty and Poetry. Keen, hollow winds howl thro' the bleak recess, Emblem of Music caus'd by Emptiness.
Seite 127 - ... or science, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...