The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... fing - fong up and down ; 225 Nor at Rehearsals fweat , and mouth'd , and cry'd , With handkerchief and orange at my fide ; 230 But fick of fops , and poetry , and prate , L To Bufo left the whole Castalian state . Proud as Apollo on ...
... fing - fong up and down ; 225 Nor at Rehearsals fweat , and mouth'd , and cry'd , With handkerchief and orange at my fide ; 230 But fick of fops , and poetry , and prate , L To Bufo left the whole Castalian state . Proud as Apollo on ...
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... fing Auguftus , great and good ? A. You did fo lately , was it understood ? 280 285 290 P. Be nice no more , but , with a mouth profound , As rumbling D - s or a Norfolk hound ; With GEORGE and FRED'RIC roughen ev'ry verfe , Then fmooth ...
... fing Auguftus , great and good ? A. You did fo lately , was it understood ? 280 285 290 P. Be nice no more , but , with a mouth profound , As rumbling D - s or a Norfolk hound ; With GEORGE and FRED'RIC roughen ev'ry verfe , Then fmooth ...
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... fing ) -65 Firft Health : The ftomach ( cramm'd from ev'ry dish , A tomb of boil'd and roaft , and flesh and fish , Where bile , and wind , and phlegm , and acid jar , And all the man is one inteftine war ) C Remembers oft the School ...
... fing ) -65 Firft Health : The ftomach ( cramm'd from ev'ry dish , A tomb of boil'd and roaft , and flesh and fish , Where bile , and wind , and phlegm , and acid jar , And all the man is one inteftine war ) C Remembers oft the School ...
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... fing , " Virtue , brave boys ! ' tis Virtue makes a King . ” True , confcious Honour is to feel no fin , He's arm'd without that's innocent within ; q 90 Be this thy Screen , and this thy Wall of Brafs ; 95 Compar❜d to this , a ...
... fing , " Virtue , brave boys ! ' tis Virtue makes a King . ” True , confcious Honour is to feel no fin , He's arm'd without that's innocent within ; q 90 Be this thy Screen , and this thy Wall of Brafs ; 95 Compar❜d to this , a ...
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... fing , we dance as well , And P learned Athens to our art must stoop , Could fhe behold us tumbling thro ' a hoop . If Time improve our Wit as well as Wine , Say at what age a Poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not , account him ...
... fing , we dance as well , And P learned Athens to our art must stoop , Could fhe behold us tumbling thro ' a hoop . If Time improve our Wit as well as Wine , Say at what age a Poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not , account him ...
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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.