The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... town , as deli- vered in his Second Sermon . Imitated in the manner of Mr. Pope .... 126 128 EPITAPHS . On Charles , Earl of Dorset . 135 On Sir William Trumbull , one of the principal Secreta- ries of State to King William III ... 136 ...
... town , as deli- vered in his Second Sermon . Imitated in the manner of Mr. Pope .... 126 128 EPITAPHS . On Charles , Earl of Dorset . 135 On Sir William Trumbull , one of the principal Secreta- ries of State to King William III ... 136 ...
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... town To fetch and carry sing - song up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side ; But sick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Castalian state . Proud ...
... town To fetch and carry sing - song up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side ; But sick of fops , and poetry , and prate , To Bufo left the whole Castalian state . Proud ...
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... town and court abuse His father , mother , body , soul , and muse : Yet why ? that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbour fool ; That harmless mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this , and spare his family ...
... town and court abuse His father , mother , body , soul , and muse : Yet why ? that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbour fool ; That harmless mother thought no wife a whore : Hear this , and spare his family ...
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... town , " Tis for the service of the crown ; ' Lewis , the Dean will be of use ; Send for him up ; take no excuse . ' The toil , the danger of the seas , Great ministers ne'er think of these ; Or , let it cost five hundred pound , No ...
... town , " Tis for the service of the crown ; ' Lewis , the Dean will be of use ; Send for him up ; take no excuse . ' The toil , the danger of the seas , Great ministers ne'er think of these ; Or , let it cost five hundred pound , No ...
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... town , Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing - cross . Yet some I know with envy swell Because they see me us'd so well . ' How think you of our friend the Dean ? I wonder what some people mean ; My lord and he ...
... town , Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing - cross . Yet some I know with envy swell Because they see me us'd so well . ' How think you of our friend the Dean ? I wonder what some people mean ; My lord and he ...
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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...