The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volume 31863 |
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... Writ underneath the country signs ; Or , ' Have you nothing new to - day From Pope , from Parnell , or from Gay ? ' Such tattle often , entertains My lord and me as far as Staines , As once a week we travel down To Windsor , and again ...
... Writ underneath the country signs ; Or , ' Have you nothing new to - day From Pope , from Parnell , or from Gay ? ' Such tattle often , entertains My lord and me as far as Staines , As once a week we travel down To Windsor , and again ...
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... writ ; * How Shadwell hasty , Wycherley was slow ; But for the passions , Southerne sure , and Rowe ! These , only these , support the crowded stage , From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age . ' All this may be ; the people's voice is ...
... writ ; * How Shadwell hasty , Wycherley was slow ; But for the passions , Southerne sure , and Rowe ! These , only these , support the crowded stage , From eldest Heywood down to Cibber's age . ' All this may be ; the people's voice is ...
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... writ romance . Then marble , soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form ; Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye , that spoke the melting soul . No wonder then , when all was love and sport , The ...
... writ romance . Then marble , soften'd into life , grew warm , And yielding metal flow'd to human form ; Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye , that spoke the melting soul . No wonder then , when all was love and sport , The ...
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... writ ! How Van wants grace , who never wanted wit ! The stage how loosely does Astrea tread , Who fairly puts all characters to bed ! And idle Cibber , how he breaks the laws , To make poor Pinkey eat with vast applause ! But fill their ...
... writ ! How Van wants grace , who never wanted wit ! The stage how loosely does Astrea tread , Who fairly puts all characters to bed ! And idle Cibber , how he breaks the laws , To make poor Pinkey eat with vast applause ! But fill their ...
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... writ of kings , ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . THE SECOND EPISTLE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE . Ludentis speciem dabit , et torquebitur . HOR . DEAR Colonel , Cobham's ...
... writ of kings , ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . THE SECOND EPISTLE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE . Ludentis speciem dabit , et torquebitur . HOR . DEAR Colonel , Cobham's ...
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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...