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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... sense ? Like 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 ...
... sense ? Like 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 ...
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... sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning ; And he , whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade translate , And own'd that nine such ...
... sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning ; And he , whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade translate , And own'd that nine such ...
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... defence , Or envy holds a whole week's war with sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands . Bless'd be the great ! for those they take away 12 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... defence , Or envy holds a whole week's war with sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands . Bless'd be the great ! for those they take away 12 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. 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 ...
... sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. 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 ...
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... schools , But strong in sense , and wise without the rules . ' Go work , hunt , exercise , ' he thus began , ' Then scorn a homely dinner , if you can . Your wine lock'd up , your butler stroll'd abroad , IMITATIONS OF HORACE . 23.
... schools , But strong in sense , and wise without the rules . ' Go work , hunt , exercise , ' he thus began , ' Then scorn a homely dinner , if you can . Your wine lock'd up , your butler stroll'd abroad , IMITATIONS OF HORACE . 23.
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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.