The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... never be found out but by its truth and likeness . P. " SHUT , shut the door , good John ! " 2 fatigued , 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 ...
... never be found out but by its truth and likeness . P. " SHUT , shut the door , good John ! " 2 fatigued , 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 ...
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... never name queens , ministers , or kings ; Keep close to ears , and those let asses prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ! if they bite and kick ? Out with it , Dunciad ! let the secret pass , That secret to each fool , that he's an ass ...
... never name queens , ministers , or kings ; Keep close to ears , and those let asses prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ! if they bite and kick ? Out with it , Dunciad ! let the secret pass , That secret to each fool , that he's an ass ...
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... never answer'd ; I was not in debt . If want provok'd , or madness made them print , I wag'd no war with Bedlam or the Mint . Did some more sober critic come abroad ; If wrong , I smil'd , if right , I kiss'd the rod . Pains , reading ...
... never answer'd ; I was not in debt . If want provok'd , or madness made them print , I wag'd no war with Bedlam or the Mint . Did some more sober critic come abroad ; If wrong , I smil'd , if right , I kiss'd the rod . Pains , reading ...
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... never can lie still : " And then for mine obligingly mistakes The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo 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 ...
... never can lie still : " And then for mine obligingly mistakes The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo 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 ...
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... 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 tremble - A . What ? that thing of ...
... 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 tremble - A . What ? that thing of ...
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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...