The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 4Ingram, Cooke, 1854 |
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... cried , ) Not that , I cannot part with that ! " - and died.20 260 And you , brave COBHAM , to the latest breath , Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death : Such in those moments as in all the past , " Oh , save my country ...
... cried , ) Not that , I cannot part with that ! " - and died.20 260 And you , brave COBHAM , to the latest breath , Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death : Such in those moments as in all the past , " Oh , save my country ...
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... cried out loud enough to be heard distinctly by him , ' Sir , you're a rascal ; you're a villain . ' Wycherley from that instant entertained hopes . He did not fail waiting on her the next morning ; and , with a very melancholy tone ...
... cried out loud enough to be heard distinctly by him , ' Sir , you're a rascal ; you're a villain . ' Wycherley from that instant entertained hopes . He did not fail waiting on her the next morning ; and , with a very melancholy tone ...
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... cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side ; 220 225 On the line , " Who would not weep if Atticus were he ? " Warburton has the following note , dictated , no doubt , by Pope : - " But when we come to know it belongs to Atticus ...
... cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side ; 220 225 On the line , " Who would not weep if Atticus were he ? " Warburton has the following note , dictated , no doubt , by Pope : - " But when we come to know it belongs to Atticus ...
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... cried the peer , " they are perfectly right : nothing can be better . " Mr. Roscoe disbelieves this anecdote , because Lord Halifax had at one time the manuscript of the two first books of Homer in his hands , " where they had certainly ...
... cried the peer , " they are perfectly right : nothing can be better . " Mr. Roscoe disbelieves this anecdote , because Lord Halifax had at one time the manuscript of the two first books of Homer in his hands , " where they had certainly ...
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... and still , " No place on earth ( he cried ) like Greenwich hill ! " 135 Up starts a palace , lo , the obedient base. SOME WITH FAT BUCKS ON CHILDLESS DOTARDS FAWN . " MEDAL OF GEORGE IT . AND CAROLINE . 152 [ BOOK I. IMITATIONS OF HORACE .
... and still , " No place on earth ( he cried ) like Greenwich hill ! " 135 Up starts a palace , lo , the obedient base. SOME WITH FAT BUCKS ON CHILDLESS DOTARDS FAWN . " MEDAL OF GEORGE IT . AND CAROLINE . 152 [ BOOK I. IMITATIONS OF HORACE .
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Page 76 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 112 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
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Page 87 - His gardens next your admiration call, On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Page 59 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost...
Page 91 - Flood contain, The Mole projected break the roaring Main; Back to his bounds their subject Sea command, And roll obedient Rivers thro' the Land: These Honours, Peace to happy Britain brings, These are Imperial Works, and worthy Kings.
Page 132 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Page 112 - 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...