The Works of Alexander Pope Esq, Հատոր 7J. and P. Knapton [and others], 1751 |
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... just the reverse . One of the first Satires against him was the Duke of Bucking- ham's Rehearsal ; and one of the laft , Montague's paro- dy of his Hind and Panther . Wits have rifen fince his death , are but like Wits 2 LETTERS TO AND ...
... just the reverse . One of the first Satires against him was the Duke of Bucking- ham's Rehearsal ; and one of the laft , Montague's paro- dy of his Hind and Panther . Wits have rifen fince his death , are but like Wits 2 LETTERS TO AND ...
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... just when he is able , tho ' late . But I fhould be less just to you , the more I thought I could make a return to fo much profuseness of Wit and Humanity together ; which tho ' they feldom accompany each other in other men , are in you ...
... just when he is able , tho ' late . But I fhould be less just to you , the more I thought I could make a return to fo much profuseness of Wit and Humanity together ; which tho ' they feldom accompany each other in other men , are in you ...
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... just now . It found me over those papers you men tion , which have been my employment ever fince Eafter - monday : I hope before Michaelmas to have discharg❜d my tafk ; which , upon the word of a D2 friend , friend , is the moft ...
... just now . It found me over those papers you men tion , which have been my employment ever fince Eafter - monday : I hope before Michaelmas to have discharg❜d my tafk ; which , upon the word of a D2 friend , friend , is the moft ...
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... just as you think fit . I fhall be very much pleas'd to see you again in Town , and to hear from you in the mean time , I am , with very much esteem , Your , & c . A LETTER VI . Oct. 22 , 1706 . FTER the thoughts I have already sent you ...
... just as you think fit . I fhall be very much pleas'd to see you again in Town , and to hear from you in the mean time , I am , with very much esteem , Your , & c . A LETTER VI . Oct. 22 , 1706 . FTER the thoughts I have already sent you ...
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... just nothing ? I have no more to fay , but to defire you to give my service ( that is nothing ) to your friends , and to believe that I am nothing more than You Ex nihilo nil fit . LETTER III . Your , & c . LUCR . May 10 , 1708 , TOU ...
... just nothing ? I have no more to fay , but to defire you to give my service ( that is nothing ) to your friends , and to believe that I am nothing more than You Ex nihilo nil fit . LETTER III . Your , & c . LUCR . May 10 , 1708 , TOU ...
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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...