The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... dull rogue , will think your price too much : " Not , Sir , if you revise it , and retouch . " All my demurs but double his attacks ; At last he whispers , " Do , and we go snacks . " Glad of a quarrel , straight I clap the door ; " Sir ...
... dull rogue , will think your price too much : " Not , Sir , if you revise it , and retouch . " All my demurs but double his attacks ; At last he whispers , " Do , and we go snacks . " Glad of a quarrel , straight I clap the door ; " Sir ...
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... dull , the proud , the wicked , and the mad ; The distant threats of vengeance on his head , The blow unfelt , the tear he never shed ; The tale reviv'd , the lie so oft o'erthrown , Th ' imputed trash and dulness not his own ; The ...
... dull , the proud , the wicked , and the mad ; The distant threats of vengeance on his head , The blow unfelt , the tear he never shed ; The tale reviv'd , the lie so oft o'erthrown , Th ' imputed trash and dulness not his own ; The ...
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... dull circle seems to run When the brisk minor pants for twenty - one ; So slow th ' unprofitable moments roll That lock up all the functions of my soul , That keep me from myself , and still delay Life's instant business to a future day ...
... dull circle seems to run When the brisk minor pants for twenty - one ; So slow th ' unprofitable moments roll That lock up all the functions of my soul , That keep me from myself , and still delay Life's instant business to a future day ...
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... dull : I'll e'en leave verses to the boys at school : To rules of poetry no more confin'd , I'll learn to smooth and harmonize my mind , Teach every thought within its bounds to roll , And keep the equal measure of the soul . Soon as I ...
... dull : I'll e'en leave verses to the boys at school : To rules of poetry no more confin'd , I'll learn to smooth and harmonize my mind , Teach every thought within its bounds to roll , And keep the equal measure of the soul . Soon as I ...
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... dull , Has never made a friend in private life , And was , besides , a tyrant to his wife . But pray , when others praise him , do I blame ? Call Verres , Wolsey , any odious name ? Why rail they then if but a wreath of mine , Oh , all ...
... dull , Has never made a friend in private life , And was , besides , a tyrant to his wife . But pray , when others praise him , do I blame ? Call Verres , Wolsey , any odious name ? Why rail they then if but a wreath of mine , Oh , all ...
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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.
Page 360 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly ! 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 restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
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.
Page 7 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Page 16 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...
Page 8 - Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 141 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust ; But that the worthy and the good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY...
Page 3 - 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 360 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Page 3 - And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song...