The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. From the text of dr. Warburton. With the life of the author [by T. Cibber]., Volume 21807 |
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... gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme , A painted mistress , or a purling stream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and sat still ; Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never answer'd ; I was ...
... gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme , A painted mistress , or a purling stream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and sat still ; Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never answer'd ; I was ...
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... memorable long ! If there be force in virtue or in song .. Of gentle blood ( part shed in honour's cause , While yet in Britain honour had applause ) Each parent sprung - A . What fortune , pray B 2 EPISTLE TO DR . ARBUTHNOT . 15.
... memorable long ! If there be force in virtue or in song .. Of gentle blood ( part shed in honour's cause , While yet in Britain honour had applause ) Each parent sprung - A . What fortune , pray B 2 EPISTLE TO DR . ARBUTHNOT . 15.
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... gentle brook , Sleep or peruse some ancient book , 130 And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town . O charming noon ! and nights divine ! Or when I sup , or when I'dine , My friends above , my folks ...
... gentle brook , Sleep or peruse some ancient book , 130 And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town . O charming noon ! and nights divine ! Or when I sup , or when I'dine , My friends above , my folks ...
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... gentle reign of my queen Anne . Ah ! sound no more thy soft alarms , Nor circle sober fifty with thy charms . Mother too fierce of dear desires ! Turn , turn to willing hearts your wanton fires : To number five direct your doves , There ...
... gentle reign of my queen Anne . Ah ! sound no more thy soft alarms , Nor circle sober fifty with thy charms . Mother too fierce of dear desires ! Turn , turn to willing hearts your wanton fires : To number five direct your doves , There ...
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... gentle progress makes a calf an ox , And brings all natural events to pass , Hath made him an attorney of an ass . No young divine , new benefic'd , can be More pert , more proud , more positive than he . What further could I wish the ...
... gentle progress makes a calf an ox , And brings all natural events to pass , Hath made him an attorney of an ass . No young divine , new benefic'd , can be More pert , more proud , more positive than he . What further could I wish the ...
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Page 14 - 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. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, 320 In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes,...
Page 11 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Page 107 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 11 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; 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 load, On wings of winds came flying...
Page 118 - I weep my past offence, Now think of thee, and curse my innocence. Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget? How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense. And love th
Page 90 - A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day.
Page 6 - Sabbath-day to me: Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me just at Dinner-time.
Page 123 - As into air the purer spirits flow, 25 And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below; So flew the soul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.
Page 10 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! 170 The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there?
Page 116 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.