The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., to which is Prefixed the Life of the Author, Volume 2J. Gladding, 1836 - English poetry |
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... eye , and papers in each hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , through my grot they glide ; By land , by water , they renew the charge ...
... eye , and papers in each hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , through my grot they glide ; By land , by water , they renew the charge ...
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... eye- Go on , obliging creatures , make me see All that disgraced my betters met in me . Say for my comfort , languishing in bed , ' Just so immortal Maro held his head ; ' And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died three ...
... eye- Go on , obliging creatures , make me see All that disgraced my betters met in me . Say for my comfort , languishing in bed , ' Just so immortal Maro held his head ; ' And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died three ...
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... 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 ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Just hint a fault , and hesitate ...
... 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 ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Just hint a fault , and hesitate ...
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... 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 quill ! May every Bavius have his Bufo still ! So when a statesman wants a day's defence ...
... 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 quill ! May every Bavius have his Bufo still ! So when a statesman wants a day's defence ...
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... eye , And keep awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend , May Heaven , to bless those days , preserve my friend ? Preserve him social , cheerful , and serene , And just as rich as when he served a ...
... eye , And keep awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend , May Heaven , to bless those days , preserve my friend ? Preserve him social , cheerful , and serene , And just as rich as when he served a ...
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Page 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped. If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead.
Page 11 - 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 10 - Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence While pure description held the place of sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme, A painted mistress, or a purling stream.
Page 131 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Page 7 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage !' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Page 306 - In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall, And universal Darkness buries all.
Page 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 11 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 305 - Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
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.