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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... praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd , my lays ; The courtly Talbot , Somers , Sheffield , read , E'en mitred Rochester would nod the head , And St. John's self ( great Dryden's friends before ) With open arms receiv'd one ...
... praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd , my lays ; The courtly Talbot , Somers , Sheffield , read , E'en mitred Rochester would nod the head , And St. John's self ( great Dryden's friends before ) With open arms receiv'd one ...
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... 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 ; Alike reserv'd to blame or to commend , A timorous foe , and a ...
... 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 ; Alike reserv'd to blame or to commend , A timorous foe , and a ...
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... praise- Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep , if Atticus2 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 ...
... praise- Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep , if Atticus2 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 ...
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... praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd , And others ( harder still ) he paid in 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 ...
... praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd , And others ( harder still ) he paid in 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 ...
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... praise , That if he pleas'd , he pleas'd by manly ways ; That flattery , even to kings , he held a shame , And thought a lie in verse or prose the same ; That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long , But stoop'd to truth , and moraliz'd ...
... praise , That if he pleas'd , he pleas'd by manly ways ; That flattery , even to kings , he held a shame , And thought a lie in verse or prose the same ; That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long , But stoop'd to truth , and moraliz'd ...
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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