Mr. Pope, His Life and Times, Volume 2Hutchinson & Company, 1909 - 6 pages |
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Page 447
... virtue fraught , By sages , priests , or poets taught ; Whose filial piety excels Whatever Grecian story tells ; A genius for all stations fit , Whose meanest talent is his wit : His heart too great , though fortune little , To lick a ...
... virtue fraught , By sages , priests , or poets taught ; Whose filial piety excels Whatever Grecian story tells ; A genius for all stations fit , Whose meanest talent is his wit : His heart too great , though fortune little , To lick a ...
Page 450
... Virtue when I point the pen , Brand the bold front of shameless , guilty men ; Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car ; Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star ; Can there be wanting , to defend her cause , Lights of the Church ...
... Virtue when I point the pen , Brand the bold front of shameless , guilty men ; Dash the proud gamester in his gilded car ; Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star ; Can there be wanting , to defend her cause , Lights of the Church ...
Page 451
... Virtue only , and her friends , a friend , The world beside may murmur , or commend . Know , all the distant din that world can keep , Rolls o'er my grotto , and but soothes my sleep . There my retreat the best companions grace , Chiefs ...
... Virtue only , and her friends , a friend , The world beside may murmur , or commend . Know , all the distant din that world can keep , Rolls o'er my grotto , and but soothes my sleep . There my retreat the best companions grace , Chiefs ...
Page 460
... virtues dares commend . Lamented Gay , forget thy treatment past , Look down , and see thy merit crowned at last ! A destiny more glorious who can hope , In life beloved , in death bemoaned by Pope ? tinued the society of Lord Hervey ...
... virtues dares commend . Lamented Gay , forget thy treatment past , Look down , and see thy merit crowned at last ! A destiny more glorious who can hope , In life beloved , in death bemoaned by Pope ? tinued the society of Lord Hervey ...
Page 475
... , which swallows up all others . Each passion , when guided by reason , is credited with its corresponding virtue avarice with prudence , envy with emulation , of man ཇ་ and so forth . Each age is The " Essay on Man 475 99.
... , which swallows up all others . Each passion , when guided by reason , is credited with its corresponding virtue avarice with prudence , envy with emulation , of man ཇ་ and so forth . Each age is The " Essay on Man 475 99.
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Page 474 - Lo, the poor Indian! Whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 656 - 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 restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Page 492 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 480 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 443 - Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king. No wit to flatter, left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends!
Page 513 - Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. Come, then, the colours and the ground prepare ! Dip in the rainbow, trick her off in air ; Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Page 656 - Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 481 - Come then my Friend! my genius! come along; Oh, master of the poet, and the song! And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends, To man's low passions, or their glorious ends Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise; Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe ; Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, Intent to reason, or polite to please.
Page 473 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 444 - He pledged it to the knight ; the knight had wit, So kept the diamond, and the rogue was bit.