The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1859 |
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... reason hold her throne , Despise the known , nor tremble at th ' unknown ? Survey both worlds , intrepid and entire , In spite of witches , devils , dreams , and fire ? Pleas'd to look forward , pleas'd to look behind , And count each ...
... reason hold her throne , Despise the known , nor tremble at th ' unknown ? Survey both worlds , intrepid and entire , In spite of witches , devils , dreams , and fire ? Pleas'd to look forward , pleas'd to look behind , And count each ...
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... Reason , & c . 9 A nobleman of Piedmont , author of A Philosophical Dis- course on Death , who was banished from his country for his impieties . 1 Richard Smith : see Gentleman's Magazine for April ,. 1732 . 2 An eloquent preacher and ...
... Reason , & c . 9 A nobleman of Piedmont , author of A Philosophical Dis- course on Death , who was banished from his country for his impieties . 1 Richard Smith : see Gentleman's Magazine for April ,. 1732 . 2 An eloquent preacher and ...
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... reason on his brows ? And each blasphemer quite escape the rod , Because the insult's not on man but God ? Ask you what provocation I have had ? The strong antipathy of good to bad . 7 See note 8 vol . ii . p . 120 . When truth or ...
... reason on his brows ? And each blasphemer quite escape the rod , Because the insult's not on man but God ? Ask you what provocation I have had ? The strong antipathy of good to bad . 7 See note 8 vol . ii . p . 120 . When truth or ...
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... reason to inquire What solid happiness , what empty pride ? And what is best indulg'd , or best denied ? If neither gems adorn , nor silver tip The flowing bowl , will you not wet your lip ? When sharp with hunger , scorn you to be fed ...
... reason to inquire What solid happiness , what empty pride ? And what is best indulg'd , or best denied ? If neither gems adorn , nor silver tip The flowing bowl , will you not wet your lip ? When sharp with hunger , scorn you to be fed ...
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... reason , eloquence how weak ! If Pope must tell what Harcourt cannot speak . Oh , let thy once - lov'd friend inscribe thy stone , And with a father's sorrows mix his own ! ON JAMES CRAGGS , ESQ . IN WESTMINSTER - ABBEY . JACOBUS CRAGGS ...
... reason , eloquence how weak ! If Pope must tell what Harcourt cannot speak . Oh , let thy once - lov'd friend inscribe thy stone , And with a father's sorrows mix his own ! ON JAMES CRAGGS , ESQ . IN WESTMINSTER - ABBEY . JACOBUS CRAGGS ...
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Page 14 - 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 360 - 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 117 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by Ridicule alone.
Page 7 - 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 16 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...
Page 8 - Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 141 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust ; But that the worthy and the good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY...
Page 3 - Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Page 360 - 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 3 - And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song...