The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... less . m Oldfield with more than Harpy throat endu❜d , 15 20 25 Cries " Send me , Gods ! a whole Hog barbecu'd ! " NOTES . fortune of fifteen hundred pounds a year in the fimple lux- ury of good eating . VER . 26. a whole Hog barbecu'd ...
... less . m Oldfield with more than Harpy throat endu❜d , 15 20 25 Cries " Send me , Gods ! a whole Hog barbecu'd ! " NOTES . fortune of fifteen hundred pounds a year in the fimple lux- ury of good eating . VER . 26. a whole Hog barbecu'd ...
Page 143
... less a foe , Wit grew polite , and Numbers learn'd to flow . Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join The varying verfe , the full - refounding line , The long majeftic March , and Energy divine . Tho ' ftill fome traces of our ...
... less a foe , Wit grew polite , and Numbers learn'd to flow . Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join The varying verfe , the full - refounding line , The long majeftic March , and Energy divine . Tho ' ftill fome traces of our ...
Page 199
... of the Church for writing less . But let them write for you , each rogue impairs The deeds , and dextrously omits , fes heires : 90 95 When Luther was profeft , he did defire Short Pater * 04 Sat. II . 199 VERSIFIED .
... of the Church for writing less . But let them write for you , each rogue impairs The deeds , and dextrously omits , fes heires : 90 95 When Luther was profeft , he did defire Short Pater * 04 Sat. II . 199 VERSIFIED .
Page 223
... less bespread Those monkey tails that wag behind their head . Thus finifh'd , and corrected to a hair , They march , to prate their hour before the Fair . So first to preach a white - glov'd Chaplain goes , With band of Lilly , and with ...
... less bespread Those monkey tails that wag behind their head . Thus finifh'd , and corrected to a hair , They march , to prate their hour before the Fair . So first to preach a white - glov'd Chaplain goes , With band of Lilly , and with ...
Page 247
... less the ' Prentice who to morrow may . Down , down , proud Satire ! tho ' a Realm be spoil'd , Arraign no mightier Thief than wretched Wild ; Or , if a Court or Country's made a job , Go drench a Pick - pocket , and join the Mob . But ...
... less the ' Prentice who to morrow may . Down , down , proud Satire ! tho ' a Realm be spoil'd , Arraign no mightier Thief than wretched Wild ; Or , if a Court or Country's made a job , Go drench a Pick - pocket , and join the Mob . But ...
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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.