The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 4Ingram, Cooke, 1854 |
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... passions , opinions , manners , humours , or principles , all subject to change . No judging by nature , from ver . 158 to ver . 178. III . It only remains to find ( if we can ) his ruling passion : that will certainly influence all the ...
... passions , opinions , manners , humours , or principles , all subject to change . No judging by nature , from ver . 158 to ver . 178. III . It only remains to find ( if we can ) his ruling passion : that will certainly influence all the ...
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... passion's strife , And all opinion's colours cast on life . 20 Our depths who fathoms , or our shallows finds ... passions shown . Or fancy's beam enlarges , multiplies , 35 Contracts , inverts , and gives ten thousand dyes . Nor ...
... passion's strife , And all opinion's colours cast on life . 20 Our depths who fathoms , or our shallows finds ... passions shown . Or fancy's beam enlarges , multiplies , 35 Contracts , inverts , and gives ten thousand dyes . Nor ...
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... PASSION : there , alone , The wild are constant , and the cunning known ; The fool consistent , and the false sincere ; Priests , princes , women , no dissemblers here . This clew once found unravels all the rest , The prospect clears ...
... PASSION : there , alone , The wild are constant , and the cunning known ; The fool consistent , and the false sincere ; Priests , princes , women , no dissemblers here . This clew once found unravels all the rest , The prospect clears ...
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... passion still , to covet general praise , His life , to forfeit it a thousand ways ; 195 A constant bounty which no friend has made ; An angel tongue , which no man can persuade ; A fool , with more of wit than half mankind , Too rash ...
... passion still , to covet general praise , His life , to forfeit it a thousand ways ; 195 A constant bounty which no friend has made ; An angel tongue , which no man can persuade ; A fool , with more of wit than half mankind , Too rash ...
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... passion man can strength enjoy , As fits give vigour , just when they destroy . Time , that on all things lays his lenient hand , Yet tames not this ; it sticks to our last sand . Consistent in our follies and our sins , Here honest ...
... passion man can strength enjoy , As fits give vigour , just when they destroy . Time , that on all things lays his lenient hand , Yet tames not this ; it sticks to our last sand . Consistent in our follies and our sins , Here honest ...
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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...
Page 117 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
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Page 67 - Young man, there is America, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.
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...