The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Band 2Published for the booksellers, 1828 |
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... moral let it teach , And , if it can , at once both please and preach : Let mine an innocent gay farce appear , And more diverting still than regular ! Have humour , wit , a native ease and grace , Though not too strictly bound to time ...
... moral let it teach , And , if it can , at once both please and preach : Let mine an innocent gay farce appear , And more diverting still than regular ! Have humour , wit , a native ease and grace , Though not too strictly bound to time ...
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... moral pleases , nor 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 boy but hears the sayings of old Bon ? In all debates where critics ...
... moral pleases , nor 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 boy but hears the sayings of old Bon ? In all debates where critics ...
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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 heav'ns and systems fram'd . Vain was the chief's , the sage's pride ! They had no poet , and ...
... 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 heav'ns and systems fram'd . Vain was the chief's , the sage's pride ! They had no poet , and ...
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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 shall ye understond , From schoole - boy's tale of fayre Irelond ; Which to the fennes hath him betake , To filche the grey ducke fro the lake . Right then there passen by the way , His aunt , and eke her daughters tway . Ducke in ...
... moral shall ye understond , From schoole - boy's tale of fayre Irelond ; Which to the fennes hath him betake , To filche the grey ducke fro the lake . Right then there passen by the way , His aunt , and eke her daughters tway . Ducke in ...
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Ambrose Philips arms bards Bavius beauty behold bless'd breast charms Cibber court cries crouchen crown'd dear divine Dryope Dulness dunce Dunciad e'er ease envy eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire flames flatter fool gentle glory goddess gold grace head heart heav'n honour Horace king knave labour laugh learn'd learned live lord lov'd monumental brass moral muse ne'er never numbers nymph o'er Ogilby once open every door peace Pindaric pleas'd poet poet's pow'r praise pride Procris proud queen rage rais'd REMARKS rhyme rise roll round sacred Sappho satire SEMICHORUS sense shade shine silent sing skies Smil smile soft song soul stretch'd Swift tears Thames thee thine thing thou throne tongue town trembling truth Twas verse Vertumnus vice virtue Westminster Abbey what's Whig wings write youth
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Seite 52 - 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 7 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds, to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Seite 43 - Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
Seite 7 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet; The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Seite 85 - Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each Passion that he feigns ; Enrage, compose, with more than magic Art, With Pity, and with Terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Seite 188 - Night primaeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Seite 52 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies ; His wit all see-saw between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis. Amphibious thing ! that acting either part, The trifling head, or the corrupted heart ; Fop at the toilet, flatterer at the board, Now trips a lady, and now struts a lord. Eve's tempter thus the rabbins have exprest, A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest ; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep,...
Seite 213 - 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.
Seite 89 - Indebted to no prince or peer alive, Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,* 70 If I would scribble rather than repose. Years following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away ; In one our frolics, one amusements end, In one a mistress drops, in one a friend...
Seite 188 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.