The Works of Alexander Pope Esq, Հատոր 7J. and P. Knapton [and others], 1751 |
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Էջ 7
... talk of any thing or man but yourself , I cannot fuf- fer you to murder your fame with your own hand , without oppofing you ; efpecially when you fay your laft letter is the worft ( fince the longeft ) you have favoured me with ; which ...
... talk of any thing or man but yourself , I cannot fuf- fer you to murder your fame with your own hand , without oppofing you ; efpecially when you fay your laft letter is the worft ( fince the longeft ) you have favoured me with ; which ...
Էջ 18
... talk , especially to you , or in your company . However , I fpeak or write to you , not to please you , but myfelf ; fince I provoke your anfwers ; which whilft they humble me , give me vanity ; tho ' I am leffened by you even when you ...
... talk , especially to you , or in your company . However , I fpeak or write to you , not to please you , but myfelf ; fince I provoke your anfwers ; which whilft they humble me , give me vanity ; tho ' I am leffened by you even when you ...
Էջ 48
... talk at this rate , one would think them above the common rate of mortals : but ge- nerally they are great admirers of Ovid and Lucan ; and when they write themfelves , we find out all the myftery . They fcan their verfes upon their ...
... talk at this rate , one would think them above the common rate of mortals : but ge- nerally they are great admirers of Ovid and Lucan ; and when they write themfelves , we find out all the myftery . They fcan their verfes upon their ...
Էջ 56
... talk of , fomething to wish for , fomething to be employ'd about : But pray , Sir , caft up the account , put all these fomethings together , and what is the fum total but just nothing ? I have no more to fay , but to defire you to give ...
... talk of , fomething to wish for , fomething to be employ'd about : But pray , Sir , caft up the account , put all these fomethings together , and what is the fum total but just nothing ? I have no more to fay , but to defire you to give ...
Էջ 58
... talk of thofe critics , I have good news to tell you concerning myself , for which I expect you fhould congratulate with me : It is that , beyond all my ex- pectations , and far above my demerits , I have been moft mercifully repriev'd ...
... talk of thofe critics , I have good news to tell you concerning myself , for which I expect you fhould congratulate with me : It is that , beyond all my ex- pectations , and far above my demerits , I have been moft mercifully repriev'd ...
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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...