The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never answer'd ; I was not in debt ; If want provoked , or madness made them print , I waged no war with Bedlam or the Mint . Did some more sober critic come abroad ? If wrong , I smiled ; if right , I ...
... Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never answer'd ; I was not in debt ; If want provoked , or madness made them print , I waged no war with Bedlam or the Mint . Did some more sober critic come abroad ? If wrong , I smiled ; if right , I ...
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... Dennis be alive or dead . Why am I ask'd what next shall see the light ? Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? ' I found him close with ...
... Dennis be alive or dead . Why am I ask'd what next shall see the light ? Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? ' I found him close with ...
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... Dennis will confess Foe to his pride , but friend to his distress ! So humble , he has knock'd at Tibbald's door , Has drunk with Cibber , nay , has rhymed for Moore : Full ten years slander'd , did he once reply ? Three thousand suns ...
... Dennis will confess Foe to his pride , but friend to his distress ! So humble , he has knock'd at Tibbald's door , Has drunk with Cibber , nay , has rhymed for Moore : Full ten years slander'd , did he once reply ? Three thousand suns ...
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... Dennis swear , ' No Lord's anointed , but a Russian bear . " Not with such majesty , such bold relief , The forms august , of king , or conquering chief , E'er swell'd on marble , as in verse have shined ( In polish'd verse ) the ...
... Dennis swear , ' No Lord's anointed , but a Russian bear . " Not with such majesty , such bold relief , The forms august , of king , or conquering chief , E'er swell'd on marble , as in verse have shined ( In polish'd verse ) the ...
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... Dennis write , and nameless numbers rail : This more than pays whole years of thankless pain , Time , health , and fortune , are not lost in vain . Sheffield approves , consenting Phoebus bends , And I and malice from this hour are ...
... Dennis write , and nameless numbers rail : This more than pays whole years of thankless pain , Time , health , and fortune , are not lost in vain . Sheffield approves , consenting Phoebus bends , And I and malice from this hour are ...
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Page 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Page 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
Page 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Page 11 - 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...
Page 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Page 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Page 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.
Page 306 - In vain ! They gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Page 305 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.