The Works of Alexander Pope Esq, Հատոր 7J. and P. Knapton [and others], 1751 |
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... sense would have published himself . The er- rors of the prefs were almoft innumerable , and could not but be extremely multiplied in fo many repeated editions , by the avarice and negligence of piratical printers , to not one of whom ...
... sense would have published himself . The er- rors of the prefs were almoft innumerable , and could not but be extremely multiplied in fo many repeated editions , by the avarice and negligence of piratical printers , to not one of whom ...
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... sense , nor pretend to any , but enjoy a jovial fort of dulnefs : " They are commonly known in the world by the name of honeft , civil gentlemen : They live , much as they ride , at random ; a kind of hunt- ing life , pursuing with ...
... sense , nor pretend to any , but enjoy a jovial fort of dulnefs : " They are commonly known in the world by the name of honeft , civil gentlemen : They live , much as they ride , at random ; a kind of hunt- ing life , pursuing with ...
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... sense with so much of yours , that you put me out of countenance , whilst you would keep me in it . So that you have found a way ( against the cuftom of great wits ) to fhew even a great deal of good - nature with a great deal of good sense ...
... sense with so much of yours , that you put me out of countenance , whilst you would keep me in it . So that you have found a way ( against the cuftom of great wits ) to fhew even a great deal of good - nature with a great deal of good sense ...
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... sense , and kindness than mine can ex- prefs , that my letters are always welcome to you . So that even whilft your kindness invites me to write to you , your wit and judgment forbid me ; fince I may return you a letter , but never an ...
... sense , and kindness than mine can ex- prefs , that my letters are always welcome to you . So that even whilft your kindness invites me to write to you , your wit and judgment forbid me ; fince I may return you a letter , but never an ...
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... sense may be the lefs offenfive to the nicer ears of thofe critics , who deal more in found than fenfe . Pray then take pity at once both of my readers and me , in fhort- ning my barren abundance , and increasing their pa- tience by it ...
... sense may be the lefs offenfive to the nicer ears of thofe critics , who deal more in found than fenfe . Pray then take pity at once both of my readers and me , in fhort- ning my barren abundance , and increasing their pa- tience by it ...
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Էջ 69 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Էջ 190 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Էջ 190 - The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say. Sister spirit, come away.
Էջ 189 - I should myself be much better pleased, if I were told you called me your little friend, than if you complimented me with the title of a great genius, or an eminent hand, as Jacob does all his authors.
Էջ 244 - Don't you design to let him pass a year at Oxford ? "To what purpose? (said he) the Universities do but make Pedants, and I intend to breed him a man of business.
Էջ 244 - Now damn them ! what if they should put it into the newspaper, how you and I went together to Oxford ? what would I care? If I should go down into Sussex, they would say I was gone to the Speaker. But what of that ? If my son were but big enough to go on with the business, by G — d I would keep as good company as old Jacob.
Էջ 214 - ... me to live agreeably in the town, or contentedly in the country, which is really all the difference I set between an easy fortune and a small one.
Էջ 236 - ... to one of the few, who (in any age) have come up to that character. I am...
Էջ 132 - Shakespear has it) to dinner, with what appetite they may and after that, till midnight, walk, work, or think, which they please.
Էջ 184 - ... not very common to young men, that the attractions of the world have not dazzled me very much ; and I...