The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:, Volumes 3-4Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
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... dulness and grave impotence . ' Justin , who silent sate , and heard the man , Thus , with a philosophic frown , began : — A heathen author , of the first degree , ( Who , though not faith , had sense as well as we ) Bids us be certain ...
... dulness and grave impotence . ' Justin , who silent sate , and heard the man , Thus , with a philosophic frown , began : — A heathen author , of the first degree , ( Who , though not faith , had sense as well as we ) Bids us be certain ...
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... dulness lies , And in thy bosom lurks in thought's disguise ! Thou varnisher of fools , and cheat of all the wise ! Yet thy indulgence is by both confess'd ; Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast , And ' tis in thee at last that ...
... dulness lies , And in thy bosom lurks in thought's disguise ! Thou varnisher of fools , and cheat of all the wise ! Yet thy indulgence is by both confess'd ; Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast , And ' tis in thee at last that ...
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... dulness not his own ; The morals blacken'd when the writings ' scape , The libell'd person , and the pictur'd shape ; Abuse on all he lov'd , or lov'd him , spread , A friend in exile , or a father dead ; The whisper , that , to ...
... dulness not his own ; The morals blacken'd when the writings ' scape , The libell'd person , and the pictur'd shape ; Abuse on all he lov'd , or lov'd him , spread , A friend in exile , or a father dead ; The whisper , that , to ...
Page 104
... dulness of some son of earth ? Yet time ennobles or degrades each line ; It brighten'd Craggs's , and may darken thine . And what is fame ? the meanest have their day ; The greatest can but blaze , and pass away . Grac'd as thou art ...
... dulness of some son of earth ? Yet time ennobles or degrades each line ; It brighten'd Craggs's , and may darken thine . And what is fame ? the meanest have their day ; The greatest can but blaze , and pass away . Grac'd as thou art ...
Page 143
... dulness now must be From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me ! Permit , he cries , no stranger to your fame , To crave your sentiment , if * ' s your name . What speech esteem you most ? The king's , ' said I. But the best words ? O ...
... dulness now must be From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me ! Permit , he cries , no stranger to your fame , To crave your sentiment , if * ' s your name . What speech esteem you most ? The king's , ' said I. But the best words ? O ...
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Page 78 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...
Page 76 - 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 178 - 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 restored ; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal darkness buries all.
Page 67 - TWIT'NAM, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the Laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Page 129 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Page 76 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Page 70 - 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 68 - I'm all submission ; what you'd have it, make it." Three things another's modest wishes bound, My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound. Pitholeon sends to me : " You know his grace : I want a patron ; ask him for a place.
Page 72 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Page 126 - He stuck to poverty with peace of mind ; And me, the Muses help'd to undergo it ; Convict a papist he, and I a poet. But (thanks to Homer) since I live and thrive, Indebted to no prince or peer alive ; Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,3 If I would scribble rather than repose.