Satires and EpistlesClarendon Press, 1881 - 164 pages |
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... ears asunder , With gun , drum , trumpet , blunderbuss , and thunder ? Or nobly wild , with Budgel's fire and force ... ear ; They scarce can bear their Laureate twice a year ; And justly Cæsar scorns the poet's lays , It is to history ...
... ears asunder , With gun , drum , trumpet , blunderbuss , and thunder ? Or nobly wild , with Budgel's fire and force ... ear ; They scarce can bear their Laureate twice a year ; And justly Cæsar scorns the poet's lays , It is to history ...
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... ear ; For ' faith , Lord Fanny ! you are in the wrong , The world's good word is better than a song ; Who has not learn'd , fresh sturgeon and ham - pye Are no rewards for want , and înfamy ! When luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf ...
... ear ; For ' faith , Lord Fanny ! you are in the wrong , The world's good word is better than a song ; Who has not learn'd , fresh sturgeon and ham - pye Are no rewards for want , and înfamy ! When luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf ...
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... ear , ( ' Tis reason's voice , which sometimes one can hear ) ' Friend Pope ! be prudent , let your muse take breath , And never gallop Pegasus to death ; Lest stiff , and stately , void of fire or force , You limp , like Blackmore on a ...
... ear , ( ' Tis reason's voice , which sometimes one can hear ) ' Friend Pope ! be prudent , let your muse take breath , And never gallop Pegasus to death ; Lest stiff , and stately , void of fire or force , You limp , like Blackmore on a ...
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... ear . ' Tis the first virtue , vices to abhor ; And the first wisdom , to be fool no more . But to the world no bugbear is so great , As want of figure , and a small estate . To either India see the merchant fly , Scar'd at the spectre ...
... ear . ' Tis the first virtue , vices to abhor ; And the first wisdom , to be fool no more . But to the world no bugbear is so great , As want of figure , and a small estate . To either India see the merchant fly , Scar'd at the spectre ...
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Alexander Pope Mark Pattison. From him whose quills stand quiver'd at his ear , To him who notches sticks at Westminster . Barnard in spirit , sense , and truth abounds ; ' Pray then , what wants he ? ' Fourscore thousand pounds ; A ...
Alexander Pope Mark Pattison. From him whose quills stand quiver'd at his ear , To him who notches sticks at Westminster . Barnard in spirit , sense , and truth abounds ; ' Pray then , what wants he ? ' Fourscore thousand pounds ; A ...
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Page 30 - Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Page 125 - With lust and violence the house of God? In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury, and outrage: And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Page 34 - 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 25 - Nine years !" cries he, who high in Drury-lane, Lull'd by soft zephyrs through the broken pane, 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.
Page 24 - tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Page 36 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, 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 awhile one parent from the sky...
Page 52 - Be but great, With praise or infamy leave that to fate; Get place and wealth — if possible with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.
Page 28 - I smiled ; if right, I kiss'd the rod. Pains, reading, study, are their just pretence, And all they want is spirit, taste, and sense.
Page 33 - That Fop, whose pride affects a patron's name, Yet absent, wounds an author's honest fame: Who can your merit selfishly approve, And show the sense of it without the love...
Page 146 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he ' had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.