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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... labour , in their place : Their own , like others , soon their place resign'd , Or disappear'd , and left the first behind . Nor was the work impair'd by storms alone , But felt the ' approaches of too warm a sun ; For fame , impatient ...
... labour , in their place : Their own , like others , soon their place resign'd , Or disappear'd , and left the first behind . Nor was the work impair'd by storms alone , But felt the ' approaches of too warm a sun ; For fame , impatient ...
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... labour'd every part , With patient touches of unwearied art . The Mantuan there in sober triumph sate , Compos'd his posture , and his looks sedate ; On Homer still he fix'd a reverend eye , Great without pride , in modest majesty . In ...
... labour'd every part , With patient touches of unwearied art . The Mantuan there in sober triumph sate , Compos'd his posture , and his looks sedate ; On Homer still he fix'd a reverend eye , Great without pride , in modest majesty . In ...
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... labour in your praise . ' This band dismiss'd , behold another crowd Prefer'd the same request , and lowly bow'd ; The constant tenor of whose well - spent days No less deserv'd a just return of praise . But straight the direful trump ...
... labour in your praise . ' This band dismiss'd , behold another crowd Prefer'd the same request , and lowly bow'd ; The constant tenor of whose well - spent days No less deserv'd a just return of praise . But straight the direful trump ...
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... labour'd till the dawning day , Then briskly sprung from bed , with heart so light , As all were nothing he had done by night , And sipp'd his cordial as he sat upright . He kiss'd his balmy spouse with wanton play , And feebly sung a ...
... labour'd till the dawning day , Then briskly sprung from bed , with heart so light , As all were nothing he had done by night , And sipp'd his cordial as he sat upright . He kiss'd his balmy spouse with wanton play , And feebly sung a ...
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... labours through a treat , He finds no relish in the sweetest meat ; He calls for something bitter , something sour , And the rich feast concludes extremely poor : Cheap eggs , and herbs , and olives , still we see ; Thus much is left of ...
... labours through a treat , He finds no relish in the sweetest meat ; He calls for something bitter , something sour , And the rich feast concludes extremely poor : Cheap eggs , and herbs , and olives , still we see ; Thus much is left of ...
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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.