The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... 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 suspicious friend ; Dreading e'en fools ; by flatterers besieg'd ...
... 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 suspicious friend ; Dreading e'en fools ; by flatterers besieg'd ...
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... rest ; Beauty that shocks you , parts that none will trust , Wit that can creep , and pride that licks the dust . Not fortune's worshipper , nor fashion's fool , Not lucre's madman , nor ambition's tool , Not proud nor servile ; be one ...
... rest ; Beauty that shocks you , parts that none will trust , Wit that can creep , and pride that licks the dust . Not fortune's worshipper , nor fashion's fool , Not lucre's madman , nor ambition's tool , Not proud nor servile ; be one ...
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... cheerful , and serene , And just as rich as when he serv'd a queen . A. Whether that blessing be denied or given , Thus far was right ; -the rest belongs to heaven . SATIRES , EPISTLES , AND ODES OF HORACE . IMITATED 18 THE POEMS OF POPE .
... cheerful , and serene , And just as rich as when he serv'd a queen . A. Whether that blessing be denied or given , Thus far was right ; -the rest belongs to heaven . SATIRES , EPISTLES , AND ODES OF HORACE . IMITATED 18 THE POEMS OF POPE .
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... rest , Lettuce and cowslip wine : probatum est . But talk with Celsus , Celsus will advise Hartshorn , or something that shall close your eyes . 1 Baron of the Exchequer , and afterwards Master of the Rolls . 2 See note 2 vol . ii . p ...
... rest , Lettuce and cowslip wine : probatum est . But talk with Celsus , Celsus will advise Hartshorn , or something that shall close your eyes . 1 Baron of the Exchequer , and afterwards Master of the Rolls . 2 See note 2 vol . ii . p ...
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... rest my cause- What saith my counsel , learned in the laws ? F. Your plea is good ; but still I say , beware ! Laws are explain'd by men — so have a care . It stands on record , that in Richard's times A man was hang'd for very honest ...
... rest my cause- What saith my counsel , learned in the laws ? F. Your plea is good ; but still I say , beware ! Laws are explain'd by men — so have a care . It stands on record , that in Richard's times A man was hang'd for very honest ...
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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...