The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... fear'd it , took th ' alarm , 255 Appeal'd to Law , and Juftice lent her arm . NOTES . mired in these Poems , owe lefs to the liberty of imitating , than to the fuperior genius of the imitator . Conditione fuper communi : quin etiam lex ...
... fear'd it , took th ' alarm , 255 Appeal'd to Law , and Juftice lent her arm . NOTES . mired in these Poems , owe lefs to the liberty of imitating , than to the fuperior genius of the imitator . Conditione fuper communi : quin etiam lex ...
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... fear , ' twill break his Mother's heart . " Once ( and but once ) I caught him in a lye , " And then , unwhipp'd , he had the grace to cry : " The fault he has I fairly fhall reveal , " ( Cou'd you o'erlook but that ) it is , to steal ...
... fear , ' twill break his Mother's heart . " Once ( and but once ) I caught him in a lye , " And then , unwhipp'd , he had the grace to cry : " The fault he has I fairly fhall reveal , " ( Cou'd you o'erlook but that ) it is , to steal ...
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... Fear appall ? Not the black fear of death , that faddens all ? With terrors round , can Reason hold her throne , 310 Despise the known , nor tremble at th ' unknown ? Survey both worlds , intrepid and entire , In fpight of witches ...
... Fear appall ? Not the black fear of death , that faddens all ? With terrors round , can Reason hold her throne , 310 Despise the known , nor tremble at th ' unknown ? Survey both worlds , intrepid and entire , In fpight of witches ...
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... And bellows pant bellow , which them do meve . One would move love by rythmes ; but witchcraft's charms Bring not now their old fears , nor their old harms ; SATIRE II . Y ES ; thank my ftars ! 192 SATIRES OF DR . DONNE Sat. II .
... And bellows pant bellow , which them do meve . One would move love by rythmes ; but witchcraft's charms Bring not now their old fears , nor their old harms ; SATIRE II . Y ES ; thank my ftars ! 192 SATIRES OF DR . DONNE Sat. II .
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... fear'd hell is A recreation , and fcant map of this . My mind , neither with pride's itch , nor hath been Poyfon'd with love to fee or to be seen , I had no fuit there , nor new fuit to show , Yet went to Court ; but as Glare which did ...
... fear'd hell is A recreation , and fcant map of this . My mind , neither with pride's itch , nor hath been Poyfon'd with love to fee or to be seen , I had no fuit there , nor new fuit to show , Yet went to Court ; but as Glare which did ...
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Seite 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 17 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 51 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Seite 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Seite 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Seite 234 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Seite 6 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Seite 30 - Bestia's from the throne. 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. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Seite 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Seite 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.