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Yes , I am proud ; I must be proud to sec Men not afraid of God , afraid of me ; Safe from the bar , the pulpit , and the throne , 210 Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone . O sacred weapon ! left for truth's defence , Sole dread of ...
Yes , I am proud ; I must be proud to sec Men not afraid of God , afraid of me ; Safe from the bar , the pulpit , and the throne , 210 Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone . O sacred weapon ! left for truth's defence , Sole dread of ...
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Page 111 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — The style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
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.
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Page 111 - Its gaudy colours spreads on every place ; The face of nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay ; But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ; It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
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| Title | The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Volume 2 The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, William Warburton (Bp. of Gloucester) |
| Author | Alexander Pope |
| Publisher | T. & G. Palmer, 1804 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | Dec 2, 2006 |
| Length | 754 pages |
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