The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... grace ; And to be grave , exceeds all power of face . I sit with sad civility ; I read With honest anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at last , but in unwilling ears , This saving counsel , ' Keep your piece nine years . ' Nine ...
... grace ; And to be grave , exceeds all power of face . I sit with sad civility ; I read With honest anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at last , but in unwilling ears , This saving counsel , ' Keep your piece nine years . ' Nine ...
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... grace and splendour on original wit . Besides , he deemed it more modest to give the name of imitations to his sa- tire , than , like Despreaux , to give the name of satires to imitations . BOOK II . - SATIRE I. TO MR FORTESCUE . P ...
... grace and splendour on original wit . Besides , he deemed it more modest to give the name of imitations to his sa- tire , than , like Despreaux , to give the name of satires to imitations . BOOK II . - SATIRE I. TO MR FORTESCUE . P ...
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... grace , Chiefs out of war , and statesmen out of place . There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : And he , whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines , Now forms my quincunx , and now ranks ...
... grace , Chiefs out of war , and statesmen out of place . There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul : And he , whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines , Now forms my quincunx , and now ranks ...
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... grace . Fortune not much of humbling me can boast ; Though double tax'd , how little have I lost ! My life's amusements have been just the same , Before and after standing armies came . My lands are sold , my father's house is gone . I ...
... grace . Fortune not much of humbling me can boast ; Though double tax'd , how little have I lost ! My life's amusements have been just the same , Before and after standing armies came . My lands are sold , my father's house is gone . I ...
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... grace ; If not , by any means get wealth and place : ' For what ? to have a box where eunuchs sing , And foremost in the circle eye a king : Or he , who bids thee face with steady view Proud fortune , and look shallow greatness through ...
... grace ; If not , by any means get wealth and place : ' For what ? to have a box where eunuchs sing , And foremost in the circle eye a king : Or he , who bids thee face with steady view Proud fortune , and look shallow greatness through ...
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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.