The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... genius kindles , and fair fame inspires ; Bless'd with each talent and each art to please , And born to write , converse , and live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the ...
... genius kindles , and fair fame inspires ; Bless'd with each talent and each art to please , And born to write , converse , and live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the ...
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... genius bloom , Neglected die , and tell it on his tomb : Of all thy blameless life the sole return My verse , and Queensberry weeping o'er thy urn ! Oh , let me live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do ...
... genius bloom , Neglected die , and tell it on his tomb : Of all thy blameless life the sole return My verse , and Queensberry weeping o'er thy urn ! Oh , let me live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do ...
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... genius , or manner of writing , in these imitations , will be much disappointed . Our author uses the Roman poet for little more than his canvass and if the old design or colouring chance to suit his purpose , it is well ; if not , he ...
... genius , or manner of writing , in these imitations , will be much disappointed . Our author uses the Roman poet for little more than his canvass and if the old design or colouring chance to suit his purpose , it is well ; if not , he ...
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... genius of the stubborn plain , Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain . Envy must own , I live among the great , No pimp of pleasure , and no spy of state : With eyes that pry not , tongue that ne'er repeats , Fond to spread ...
... genius of the stubborn plain , Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain . Envy must own , I live among the great , No pimp of pleasure , and no spy of state : With eyes that pry not , tongue that ne'er repeats , Fond to spread ...
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... genius at an opera song- To say too much might do my honour wrong . Take him with all his virtues , on my word ; His whole ambition was to serve a lord : But , sir , to you , with what would I not part ? Though , ' faith , I fear ...
... genius at an opera song- To say too much might do my honour wrong . Take him with all his virtues , on my word ; His whole ambition was to serve a lord : But , sir , to you , with what would I not part ? Though , ' faith , I fear ...
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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.