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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... 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 gray goose May ...
... 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 gray goose May ...
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... kind , and let the wretch alone ; But show me one who has it in his power To act consistent with himself an hour . 6 Sir Job sail'd forth , the evening bright and still , No place on earth ( he cried ) like Greenwich hill ! ' Up starts ...
... kind , and let the wretch alone ; But show me one who has it in his power To act consistent with himself an hour . 6 Sir Job sail'd forth , the evening bright and still , No place on earth ( he cried ) like Greenwich hill ! ' Up starts ...
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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 46 ...
... 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 46 ...
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... kind . To cheat a friend or ward , he leaves to Peter ; 8 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 . Of little use the man you may suppose Who says in ...
... kind . To cheat a friend or ward , he leaves to Peter ; 8 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 . Of little use the man you may suppose Who says in ...
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... 'd , Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind : To him each rival shall submit , 1 Afterwards Lord Mansfield . Make but his riches equal to his wit . Then 84 THE POEMS The First Ode of the Fourth Book of Horace Venus.
... 'd , Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind : To him each rival shall submit , 1 Afterwards Lord Mansfield . Make but his riches equal to his wit . Then 84 THE POEMS The First Ode of the Fourth Book of Horace Venus.
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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