The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with life of the author and notes by J. Lupton |
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... Papist or Protestant , or both between , Like good Erasmus in an honest mean ; In moderation placing all my glory , While Tories call me Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a muck , and tilt at ...
... Papist or Protestant , or both between , Like good Erasmus in an honest mean ; In moderation placing all my glory , While Tories call me Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a muck , and tilt at ...
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... Papist or Protestant , or both between , Like good Erasmus in an honest mean ; In moderation placing all my glory , While Tories call me Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a muck , and tilt at ...
... Papist or Protestant , or both between , Like good Erasmus in an honest mean ; In moderation placing all my glory , While Tories call me Whig , and Whigs a Tory . Satire's my weapon , but I'm too discreet To run a muck , and tilt at ...
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| Title | The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with life of the author and notes by J. Lupton |
| Author | Alexander Pope |
| Editor | James Lupton |
| Publisher | W. Tegg, 1867 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | Aug 7, 2006 |
| Length | 526 pages |
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