The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... virtues prove the larger share , Bless the kind Fates , and think your fortune rare . Ah , gentle Sir , take warning of a friend , Who knows too well the state you thus commend ; And , spite of all his praises , must declare , All he ...
... virtues prove the larger share , Bless the kind Fates , and think your fortune rare . Ah , gentle Sir , take warning of a friend , Who knows too well the state you thus commend ; And , spite of all his praises , must declare , All he ...
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... virtues which they fed before . 60 And sure the deadliest foe to virtue's flame , Or worst of evils , is perverted shame : Beneath this load what abject numbers groan , Th ' entangled slaves to folly not their own ! Meanly by ...
... virtues which they fed before . 60 And sure the deadliest foe to virtue's flame , Or worst of evils , is perverted shame : Beneath this load what abject numbers groan , Th ' entangled slaves to folly not their own ! Meanly by ...
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... virtue but his pride ; Hence chaste Lucretia's innocence betray'd , Fell by that honour which was meant its aid ... Virtue's awful head . 90 95 Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd pow'r , Tho ' oft she mourns those ills she cannot ...
... virtue but his pride ; Hence chaste Lucretia's innocence betray'd , Fell by that honour which was meant its aid ... Virtue's awful head . 90 95 Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd pow'r , Tho ' oft she mourns those ills she cannot ...
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... virtue wakes her scorn of vice . Where justice calls ' tis cruelty to save , And ' tis the law's good - nature hangs the knave . Who combat's virtue's foe is virtue's friend ; Then judge of Satire's merit by her end : To guilt alone her ...
... virtue wakes her scorn of vice . Where justice calls ' tis cruelty to save , And ' tis the law's good - nature hangs the knave . Who combat's virtue's foe is virtue's friend ; Then judge of Satire's merit by her end : To guilt alone her ...
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... , Kind ev'n in vengeance , kind to Virtue's foes . Whose is the crime the scandal too be theirs : The Knave and Fool are their own libellers . 160 165 PART II . DARE nobly then : but , conscious ESSAY ON SATIRE . 137.
... , Kind ev'n in vengeance , kind to Virtue's foes . Whose is the crime the scandal too be theirs : The Knave and Fool are their own libellers . 160 165 PART II . DARE nobly then : but , conscious ESSAY ON SATIRE . 137.
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Page 113 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Page 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Page 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Page 113 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Page 208 - 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 35 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Page 13 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Page 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Page 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit, One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.