The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volume 31863 |
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... rhyme , Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Is there who , lock ...
... rhyme , Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Is there who , lock ...
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... rhyme , Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Is there who , lock ...
... rhyme , Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Is there who , lock ...
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... Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints before term ends , Oblig'd by hunger and request of friends : " The piece , you think , is incorrect ? why , take it ! I'm all submission : what you'd have it — make it . ” Three things another's modest ...
... Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints before term ends , Oblig'd by hunger and request of friends : " The piece , you think , is incorrect ? why , take it ! I'm all submission : what you'd have it — make it . ” Three things another's modest ...
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... rhymes , or blasphemies ; His wit all see - saw between that and this , Now high , now low , now master up , now miss , And he himself one vile antithesis . Amphibious thing ! that acting either part , The trifling head , or the ...
... rhymes , or blasphemies ; His wit all see - saw between that and this , Now high , now low , now master up , now miss , And he himself one vile antithesis . Amphibious thing ! that acting either part , The trifling head , or the ...
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... rhyme , Sacred to ridicule his whole life long , And the sad burden of some merry song . Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage ; Hard words or hanging , if your judge be Page ; From furious Sappho1 scarce a milder fate , Pox'd by ...
... rhyme , Sacred to ridicule his whole life long , And the sad burden of some merry song . Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage ; Hard words or hanging , if your judge be Page ; From furious Sappho1 scarce a milder fate , Pox'd by ...
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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...