The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. From the text of dr. Warburton. With the life of the author [by T. Cibber].1807 |
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... Satire bade translate , And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate . How did they fume , and stamp , and roar , and chafe ! And swear not Addison himself was safe . Peace to all such ! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles ...
... Satire bade translate , And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate . How did they fume , and stamp , and roar , and chafe ! And swear not Addison himself was safe . Peace to all such ! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles ...
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... satire a lampoon , and fiction lie ; A lash like mine no honest man shall dread , But all such babbling blockheads in his stead . Let Sporus tremble - A . What ? that thing of silk , Sporus ! that mere white curd of asses ' milk ? Satire ...
... satire a lampoon , and fiction lie ; A lash like mine no honest man shall dread , But all such babbling blockheads in his stead . Let Sporus tremble - A . What ? that thing of silk , Sporus ! that mere white curd of asses ' milk ? Satire ...
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... satire on vicious courts as any reflection on those they served in . And indeed there is not in the world a greater error than that which fools are so apt to fall into , and knaves with good reason to encourage --- the mistaking a ...
... satire on vicious courts as any reflection on those they served in . And indeed there is not in the world a greater error than that which fools are so apt to fall into , and knaves with good reason to encourage --- the mistaking a ...
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... satire seems too bold ; Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough , And something said of Chartres much too rough . The lines are weak , another's pleas'd to say ; Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day . Timorous by nature , of the rich ...
... satire seems too bold ; Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough , And something said of Chartres much too rough . The lines are weak , another's pleas'd to say ; Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day . Timorous by nature , of the rich ...
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... Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a - muck , and tilt at all I meet ; I only wear it in a land of Hectors , Thieves , supercargoes , sharpers , and directors . Save but our army ! and let Jove incrust Swords , pikes , and ...
... Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a - muck , and tilt at all I meet ; I only wear it in a land of Hectors , Thieves , supercargoes , sharpers , and directors . Save but our army ! and let Jove incrust Swords , pikes , and ...
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Էջ 14 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, 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, 320 In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes,...
Էջ 11 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Էջ 107 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Էջ 11 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Էջ 118 - I weep my past offence, Now think of thee, and curse my innocence. Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget? How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense. And love th
Էջ 90 - 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. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day.
Էջ 6 - Sabbath-day to me: Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me just at Dinner-time.
Էջ 123 - As into air the purer spirits flow, 25 And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below; So flew the soul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.
Էջ 10 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! 170 The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there?
Էջ 116 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.