The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... eye , and papers in each hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . 5 What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , thro ' my Grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge ...
... eye , and papers in each hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . 5 What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , thro ' my Grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge ...
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... eye - brow , ] The eye - brow is raifed in the expreffion of infolent contempt . VER . 98. free - mafons Moor ? ] He was of this fociety , and frequently headed their proceffions . Still Sappho - A . Hold ! for God - 10 PROLOGUE.
... eye - brow , ] The eye - brow is raifed in the expreffion of infolent contempt . VER . 98. free - mafons Moor ? ] He was of this fociety , and frequently headed their proceffions . Still Sappho - A . Hold ! for God - 10 PROLOGUE.
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... Eye- Go on , obliging creatures , make me fee All that disgrac'd my Betters , met in me . Say for my comfort , languishing in bed , " Juft fo immortal Mare held his head : " VARIATIONS . VER . 111. in the MS . For fong , for filence ...
... Eye- Go on , obliging creatures , make me fee All that disgrac'd my Betters , met in me . Say for my comfort , languishing in bed , " Juft fo immortal Mare held his head : " VARIATIONS . VER . 111. in the MS . For fong , for filence ...
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... eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , affent with civil leer , And without fneering , teach the reft to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Juft hint a fault , and hesitate ...
... eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , affent with civil leer , And without fneering , teach the reft to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Juft hint a fault , and hesitate ...
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... eye : But ftill the Great have kindness in referve , He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve . 245 May fome choice patron blefs each gray goofe quill ! May ev'ry Bavius have his Bufo ftill ! 250 So when a Statesman wants a day's ...
... eye : But ftill the Great have kindness in referve , He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve . 245 May fome choice patron blefs each gray goofe quill ! May ev'ry Bavius have his Bufo ftill ! 250 So when a Statesman wants a day's ...
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Page 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 17 - 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 throne...
Page 51 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Page 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Page 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Page 234 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Page 6 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Page 30 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Page 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Page 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.