The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope ....: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, being the prologue to the satires. Satires, epistles, and odes of Horace imitated. Epitaphs. The Dunciad, in four booksWilliam Pickering, 1835 |
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... Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Is there who , lock'd from ...
... Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Is there who , lock'd from ...
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... Happy my studies , when by these approv'd ! Happier their author , when by these belov'd ! From these the world will judge of men and books , Not from the Burnets , Oldmixons , and Cooks . Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence ...
... Happy my studies , when by these approv'd ! Happier their author , when by these belov'd ! From these the world will judge of men and books , Not from the Burnets , Oldmixons , and Cooks . Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence ...
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... happy swain ! He stuffs and swills , and stuffs again . I'm quite asham'd - ' tis mighty rude To eat so much - but all's so good- I have a thousand thanks to give- My lord alone knows how to live . ' No sooner said , but from the hall ...
... happy swain ! He stuffs and swills , and stuffs again . I'm quite asham'd - ' tis mighty rude To eat so much - but all's so good- I have a thousand thanks to give- My lord alone knows how to live . ' No sooner said , but from the hall ...
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... happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray ! needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self - center'd sun , and stars that rise and fall , There ...
... happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray ! needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self - center'd sun , and stars that rise and fall , There ...
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... happy for your pains . But art thou one whom new opinions sway , One who believes as Tindal leads the way , Who virtue and a church alike disowns , Thinks that but words , and this but brick and stones ? 2 Whose father had been ...
... happy for your pains . But art thou one whom new opinions sway , One who believes as Tindal leads the way , Who virtue and a church alike disowns , Thinks that but words , and this but brick and stones ? 2 Whose father had been ...
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Page 117 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone. 0 sacred weapon ! left for truth's defence, Sole dread of folly, vice, and insolence ! o all but heaven-directed hands denied,
Page 256 - High on a throne of royal state, that far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind ( Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sate.
Page 3 - whose giddy son neglects the laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, 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 caa this plague
Page 301 - &c.] Parody on Denham, Cooper's Hill: ' O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme ; Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull: Strong without rage ; without o'erflowing full!
Page 235 - Still her old empire to restore she tries, For, born a goddess, Dulness never dies. O thou! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver! Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy chair, Or praise the court, or magnify mankind, Or thy griev'd country's copper chains unbind;
Page 137 - VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XIV. MDCCXX. 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;
Page 49 - and may darken thine. And what is fame ? the meanest have their day; The greatest can but blaze and pass away. Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honour'd, at the house of lords : Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far,) where kings and poets
Page 12 - makes. Poor guiltless I! and can I choose but smile, When every coxcomb knows me by my style ? Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe, Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear, Or from the soft ey'd virgin steal a tear! But he who hurts a harmless neighbour's peace,
Page 322 - So upright quakers please both man and God. ' Mistress! dismiss that rabble from your throne : Avaunt is Aristarchus yet unknown ? 210 Thy mighty scholiast, whose unwearied pains Made Horace dull, and humbled Milton's strains. Turn what they will to verse, their toil is vain, Critics like me shall make it prose again. [ter;
Page 13 - what was never there; Who reads but with a lust to misapply, Makes satire a lampoon, and fiction lie : A lash like mine no honest man shall dread, But all such babbling blockheads in his stead. Let Sporus 1 tremble— A .What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of asses