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... Well might they rage , I gave them but their due . A man ' s true merit ' tis not
hard to find ; But each man ' s secret standard in his mind , That casting weight
pride adds to emptiness , This who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The bard
whom ...
... Well might they rage , I gave them but their due . A man ' s true merit ' tis not
hard to find ; But each man ' s secret standard in his mind , That casting weight
pride adds to emptiness , This who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The bard
whom ...
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Just what you gave me , competence ; And let me in these shades compose
Something in verse as true as prose , Remov ' d from all th ' ambitious scene , Nor
puff ' d by pride , nor sunk by spleen . ' In short , I ' m perfectly content , Let me but
...
Just what you gave me , competence ; And let me in these shades compose
Something in verse as true as prose , Remov ' d from all th ' ambitious scene , Nor
puff ' d by pride , nor sunk by spleen . ' In short , I ' m perfectly content , Let me but
...
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... answer Reynard gave : I cannot like , dread sir ! your royal cave ; Because I
see , by all the tracks about , Full many a beast goes in , but none come out . '
Adieu to virtue , if you ' re once a slave : Send her to court , you send her to her
grave .
... answer Reynard gave : I cannot like , dread sir ! your royal cave ; Because I
see , by all the tracks about , Full many a beast goes in , but none come out . '
Adieu to virtue , if you ' re once a slave : Send her to court , you send her to her
grave .
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Adieu — if this advice appear the worst , E ' en take the counsel which I gave you
first : Or better precepts if you can impart : Why do : I ' ll follow them with all my
heart . THE SEVENTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE . IN THE ...
Adieu — if this advice appear the worst , E ' en take the counsel which I gave you
first : Or better precepts if you can impart : Why do : I ' ll follow them with all my
heart . THE SEVENTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE . IN THE ...
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Seite 3 - And to be grave, exceeds all power of face. I sit with sad civility, I read With honest anguish, and an aching head ; And drop at last, but in unwilling ears, This saving counsel,
Seite 141 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : 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.
Seite 36 - How's the wind ?' ' Whose chariot's that we left behind ?' Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, ' Have you nothing new to-day ' From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
Seite 9 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Seite 11 - Proud as Apollo on his forked hill, Sat full-blown Bufo, puff'd by every quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Seite 42 - That keep me from myself; and still delay Life's instant business to a future day : That task, which as we follow, or despise, The eldest is a fool, the youngest wise : Which done, the poorest can no wants endure ; And which not done, the richest must be poor.
Seite 17 - Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age.
Seite 15 - Th' imputed trash, and dulness not his own ; The morals blacken'd when the writings 'scape, The libell'd person, and the pictur'd shape ; Abuse, on all he lov'd, or lov'd him, spread, A friend in exile, or a father dead : The whisper, that to greatness still too near, Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear — Welcome for thee, fair virtue ! all the past : For thee, fair virtue ! welcome ev'n the last ! A. But why insult the poor, affront the great ? P.
Seite 9 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 140 - Kneller, by Heaven, and not a master taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought ; Now for two ages, having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with Princes' honours, Poets' lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Band 3 The Aldine edition of the British poets The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Alexander Dyce |
| Autor/in | Alexander Pope |
| Verlag | W. Pickering, 1835 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 23. Okt. 2006 |
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