The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... behold us tumbling through a hoop . If time improve our wits as well as wine , Say at what age a poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not , account him so , Who died perhaps , a hundred years ago ? End all dispute ; and fix the ...
... behold us tumbling through a hoop . If time improve our wits as well as wine , Say at what age a poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not , account him so , Who died perhaps , a hundred years ago ? End all dispute ; and fix the ...
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... Behold the hand that wrought a nation's cure , Stretch'd to relieve the idiot and the poor , Proud vice to brand , or injured worth adorn , And stretch the ray to ages yet unborn . Not but there are , who merit other palms ; 44 POPE'S ...
... Behold the hand that wrought a nation's cure , Stretch'd to relieve the idiot and the poor , Proud vice to brand , or injured worth adorn , And stretch the ray to ages yet unborn . Not but there are , who merit other palms ; 44 POPE'S ...
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... behold ! there came A thing which Adam had been posed to name ; Noah had refused it lodging in his ark , Where all the race of reptiles might embark : A verier monster , than on Afric's shore , The sun e'er got , or slimy Nilus bore ...
... behold ! there came A thing which Adam had been posed to name ; Noah had refused it lodging in his ark , Where all the race of reptiles might embark : A verier monster , than on Afric's shore , The sun e'er got , or slimy Nilus bore ...
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... : ( ' Twas on the night of a debate , When all their lordships had sat late . ) Behold the place , where if a poet Shined in description , he might show it Tell how the moon - beam trembling falls , And 4 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... : ( ' Twas on the night of a debate , When all their lordships had sat late . ) Behold the place , where if a poet Shined in description , he might show it Tell how the moon - beam trembling falls , And 4 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... Behold this equipage , by Mathers wrought , With fifty guineas ( a great penn'worth ) bought . See , on the tooth - pick Mars and Cupid strive ; And both the struggling figures seem alive . Upon the bottom shines the queen's bright face ...
... Behold this equipage , by Mathers wrought , With fifty guineas ( a great penn'worth ) bought . See , on the tooth - pick Mars and Cupid strive ; And both the struggling figures seem alive . Upon the bottom shines the queen's bright face ...
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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.