The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side : But sick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Castalian state . Proud as Apollo on his forked hill , Sat full - blown Bufo , puff'd by every quill ; Fed with soft ...
... cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side : But sick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Castalian state . Proud as Apollo on his forked hill , Sat full - blown Bufo , puff'd by every quill ; Fed with soft ...
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... cried , ' like Greenwich - hill " Up starts a palace ; lo , the obedient base Slopes at its foot , the woods its sides embrace , The silver Thames reflects its marble face . Now let some whimsy , or that devil within , Which guides all ...
... cried , ' like Greenwich - hill " Up starts a palace ; lo , the obedient base Slopes at its foot , the woods its sides embrace , The silver Thames reflects its marble face . Now let some whimsy , or that devil within , Which guides all ...
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... cried , Gave him much praise , and some reward beside , Next , pleased his excellence a town to batter , ( Its name I know not , and ' tis no great matter :) ' Go on my friend , ' he cried , ' see yonder walls ! Advance and conquer ...
... cried , Gave him much praise , and some reward beside , Next , pleased his excellence a town to batter , ( Its name I know not , and ' tis no great matter :) ' Go on my friend , ' he cried , ' see yonder walls ! Advance and conquer ...
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... cried , ' p - x take you for your care ! That from a patriot of distinguish'd note , Have bled and purged me to a simple vote . ' 1 Well , on the whole , plain prose must be my fate : Wisdom ( curse on it ) will come soon or late ...
... cried , ' p - x take you for your care ! That from a patriot of distinguish'd note , Have bled and purged me to a simple vote . ' 1 Well , on the whole , plain prose must be my fate : Wisdom ( curse on it ) will come soon or late ...
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... cried out , ' You prove yourself so able , Pity ! you was not Druggerman at Babel ; For had they found a linguist half so good , I make no question but the tower had stood . ' Obliging sir ! for courts you sure were made : Why then for ...
... cried out , ' You prove yourself so able , Pity ! you was not Druggerman at Babel ; For had they found a linguist half so good , I make no question but the tower had stood . ' Obliging sir ! for courts you sure were made : Why then for ...
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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.