The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volume 31863 |
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... night ; Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F. You could not do a worse thing for your life . Why , if the night seem tedious - take a wife : Or rather , truly , if your point be rest , Lettuce and cowslip wine : probatum est ...
... night ; Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F. You could not do a worse thing for your life . Why , if the night seem tedious - take a wife : Or rather , truly , if your point be rest , Lettuce and cowslip wine : probatum est ...
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... nights divine ! Or when I sup , or when I dine , My friends above , my folks below , Chatting and laughing all - a - row , The beans and bacon set before ' em , The grace - cup serv'd with all decorum ; Each willing to be pleas'd , and ...
... nights divine ! Or when I sup , or when I dine , My friends above , my folks below , Chatting and laughing all - a - row , The beans and bacon set before ' em , The grace - cup serv'd with all decorum ; Each willing to be pleas'd , and ...
Page 39
... night of a debate , When all their lordships had sat late ) . Behold the place where if a poet Shin'd in description he might show it ; Tell how the moonbeam trembling falls , And tips with silver all the walls ; Palladian walls ...
... night of a debate , When all their lordships had sat late ) . Behold the place where if a poet Shin'd in description he might show it ; Tell how the moonbeam trembling falls , And tips with silver all the walls ; Palladian walls ...
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... night to her whose love's away , Long as the year's dull circle seems to run When the brisk minor pants for twenty - one ; So slow th ' unprofitable moments roll That lock up all the functions of my soul , That keep me from myself , and ...
... night to her whose love's away , Long as the year's dull circle seems to run When the brisk minor pants for twenty - one ; So slow th ' unprofitable moments roll That lock up all the functions of my soul , That keep me from myself , and ...
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... your scaffolds down , For snug's the word : my dear ! we'll live in town . ' At amorous Flavio is the stocking thrown ? That very night he longs to lie alone . The fool whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter , OF POPE . 45.
... your scaffolds down , For snug's the word : my dear ! we'll live in town . ' At amorous Flavio is the stocking thrown ? That very night he longs to lie alone . The fool whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter , OF POPE . 45.
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Popular passages
Page 8 - Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar Toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 8 - 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 352 - 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 352 - 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 135 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Page 129 - Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Blest peer ! his great forefathers...
Page 72 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that Ion*; have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spake ; Or bid the new be English ages hence (For use will father what's begot by sense); Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue...