The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 4Ingram, Cooke, 1854 |
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... live , to live . " Then all for death , that opiate of the soul ! Lucretia's dagger , Rosamonda's bowl . Say , what can cause such impotence of mind ? A spark too fickle , or a spouse too kind . 8 In the lewd and vicious . 9 In the MS ...
... live , to live . " Then all for death , that opiate of the soul ! Lucretia's dagger , Rosamonda's bowl . Say , what can cause such impotence of mind ? A spark too fickle , or a spouse too kind . 8 In the lewd and vicious . 9 In the MS ...
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... live . 100 Turn then from wits ; and look on Simo's mate , No ass so meek , no ass so obstinate . Or her , that owns her faults , but never mends , Because she's honest , and the best of friends . Or her , whose life the church and ...
... live . 100 Turn then from wits ; and look on Simo's mate , No ass so meek , no ass so obstinate . Or her , that owns her faults , but never mends , Because she's honest , and the best of friends . Or her , whose life the church and ...
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... live : But die , and she'll adore you then the bust And temple rise then fall again to dust . 140 Last night , her lord was all that's good and great ; A knave this morning , and his will a cheat . Strange ! by the means defeated of the ...
... live : But die , and she'll adore you then the bust And temple rise then fall again to dust . 140 Last night , her lord was all that's good and great ; A knave this morning , and his will a cheat . Strange ! by the means defeated of the ...
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... live a scorn , and queens may die a jest . This Phœbus promised ( I forget the year ) When those blue eyes first open'd on the sphere ; Ascendant Phœbus watch'd that hour with care , Averted half your parents ' simple prayer ; And gave ...
... live a scorn , and queens may die a jest . This Phœbus promised ( I forget the year ) When those blue eyes first open'd on the sphere ; Ascendant Phœbus watch'd that hour with care , Averted half your parents ' simple prayer ; And gave ...
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... live to see the diamonds picked off one by one , and lodged at the pawnbroker's ? " Yet Sarah herself , if we are to believe Swift and Walpole , on receiving from the Queen a picture in enamel , set with diamonds , took off the diamonds ...
... live to see the diamonds picked off one by one , and lodged at the pawnbroker's ? " Yet Sarah herself , if we are to believe Swift and Walpole , on receiving from the Queen a picture in enamel , set with diamonds , took off the diamonds ...
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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 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...