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Alexander Pope. Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet , His moral pleases , not his pointed wit : Forgot his Epic , nay , Pindaric art , But still I love the language of his heart . ' Yet surely , surely these were famous men ! What ...
Alexander Pope. Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet , His moral pleases , not his pointed wit : Forgot his Epic , nay , Pindaric art , But still I love the language of his heart . ' Yet surely , surely these were famous men ! What ...
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... moral lay- Sages and chiefs long since had birth Ere Cæsar was or Newton nam'd ; These rais'd new empires o'er the earth , And those new heavens and systems fram'd . Vain was the chief's , the sage's pride ! They had no poet , and they ...
... moral lay- Sages and chiefs long since had birth Ere Cæsar was or Newton nam'd ; These rais'd new empires o'er the earth , And those new heavens and systems fram'd . Vain was the chief's , the sage's pride ! They had no poet , and they ...
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... moral for a wit . Decay of parts , alas ! we all must feel— Why now , this moment , don't I see you steal ? ' Tis all from Horace ; Horace long before ye Said Tories call'd him whig , and whigs a tory ; ' And taught his Romans , in much ...
... moral for a wit . Decay of parts , alas ! we all must feel— Why now , this moment , don't I see you steal ? ' Tis all from Horace ; Horace long before ye Said Tories call'd him whig , and whigs a tory ; ' And taught his Romans , in much ...
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... moral Ebor , 5 or religious Winton . How ! what can Ow , 6 what can D ... The wisdom of the one and other chair , N ... 7 laugh , or D.'s3 sager , • Or thy dread truncheon M's9 mighty peer ? What help from J · ' s 10 opiates canst thou ...
... moral Ebor , 5 or religious Winton . How ! what can Ow , 6 what can D ... The wisdom of the one and other chair , N ... 7 laugh , or D.'s3 sager , • Or thy dread truncheon M's9 mighty peer ? What help from J · ' s 10 opiates canst thou ...
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Alexander Pope. Yet soft his nature , though severe his lay , His anger moral , and his wisdom gay . Bless'd satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true , As show'd , vice had his hate and pity too . Bless'd courtier ! who could king and ...
Alexander Pope. Yet soft his nature , though severe his lay , His anger moral , and his wisdom gay . Bless'd satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true , As show'd , vice had his hate and pity too . Bless'd courtier ! who could king and ...
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Beliebte Passagen
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.