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].1807 |
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... kind contention strove , For thee the Graces left th ' Idalian grove , With watchful fondness o'er thy cradle hung , Attun'd thy voice , and form'd thy infant tongue . Brown . EMBELLISHED WITH SUPERB ENGRAVINGS . London : Printed for C ...
... kind contention strove , For thee the Graces left th ' Idalian grove , With watchful fondness o'er thy cradle hung , Attun'd thy voice , and form'd thy infant tongue . Brown . EMBELLISHED WITH SUPERB ENGRAVINGS . London : Printed for C ...
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... kind . Dryden alone ( what wonder ! ) came not nigh ; Dryden alone escap'd this judging eye : But still the great have kindness in reserve , He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve . May some choice patron bless each grey - goose ...
... kind . Dryden alone ( what wonder ! ) came not nigh ; Dryden alone escap'd this judging eye : But still the great have kindness in reserve , He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve . May some choice patron bless each grey - goose ...
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... kind , and let the wretch alone ; But shew me one who has it in his pow'r To act consistent with himself an hour . Sir Job sail'd forth , the ev'ning bright and still , " No place on earth ( he cried ) like Greenwich hill . " 140 Up ...
... kind , and let the wretch alone ; But shew me one who has it in his pow'r To act consistent with himself an hour . Sir Job sail'd forth , the ev'ning bright and still , " No place on earth ( he cried ) like Greenwich hill . " 140 Up ...
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... Kind to my dress , my figure - not to me , Is this my guide , philosopher , and friend ? This he who loves me , and who ought to mend ? Who ought to make me ( what he can , or none ) That man divine whom wisdom calls her own , Great ...
... Kind to my dress , my figure - not to me , Is this my guide , philosopher , and friend ? This he who loves me , and who ought to mend ? Who ought to make me ( what he can , or none ) That man divine whom wisdom calls her own , Great ...
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... kind . To cheat a friend or ward he leaves to Peter ; The good man heaps up nothing but mere metre , Enjoys his garden and his book in quiet ; And then a perfect hermit in his diet . 195 200 205 210 Of little use the man , you may ...
... kind . To cheat a friend or ward he leaves to Peter ; The good man heaps up nothing but mere metre , Enjoys his garden and his book in quiet ; And then a perfect hermit in his diet . 195 200 205 210 Of little use the man , you may ...
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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.