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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... Writ underneath the country signs ; 6 Or , Have you nothing new to - day From Pope , from Parnell , or from Gay ? " Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines , As once a - week we travel down To Windsor and again to ...
... Writ underneath the country signs ; 6 Or , Have you nothing new to - day From Pope , from Parnell , or from Gay ? " Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines , As once a - week we travel down To Windsor and again to ...
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... writ ; How Shadwell hasty , Wycherley was slow ; But for the passion , Southern , sure , and Rowe ! These , only these , support the crowded stage , From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age . " All this may be ; the people's voice is ...
... writ ; How Shadwell hasty , Wycherley was slow ; But for the passion , Southern , sure , and Rowe ! These , only these , support the crowded stage , From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age . " All this may be ; the people's voice is ...
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... writ romance . Then marble soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form ; Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye that spoke the melting soul . No wonder then , when all was love and sport , The willing ...
... writ romance . Then marble soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form ; Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye that spoke the melting soul . No wonder then , when all was love and sport , The willing ...
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... writ ! How Van wants grace , who never wanted wit ! The stage how loosely does Astrea tread , Who fairly puts all characters to bed ! And idle Cibber , how he breaks the laws , To make poor Pinkey eat with vast applause ! But fill their ...
... writ ! How Van wants grace , who never wanted wit ! The stage how loosely does Astrea tread , Who fairly puts all characters to bed ! And idle Cibber , how he breaks the laws , To make poor Pinkey eat with vast applause ! But fill their ...
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... forgotten things , As Eusden , Philips , Settle , writ of kings , ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . 415 419 BOOK II . EPISTLE II . DEAR Col'nel , Cobham's 54 POPE'S POEMS .
... forgotten things , As Eusden , Philips , Settle , writ of kings , ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . 415 419 BOOK II . EPISTLE II . DEAR Col'nel , Cobham's 54 POPE'S POEMS .
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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.