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...those of Gay, Arbuthnot, Swift, and Pope. He lived in great intimacy with the last, who boasts, that He whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines, Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain, Almost as quickly as he conquered Spain. To Pope, Peterborough...

...those of Gay, Arbuthnot, Swift, and Pope. He lived in great intimacy with the last, who boasts, that, He, whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines; Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain, Almost as quickly as he conquered Spain. To Pope, Peterborough...

...those of Gay, Arbuthnot, Swift, and Pope. He lived in great intimacy with the last, who boasts, that, He, whose lightning pierced the Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines; Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain, Almost as quickly as he conquered Spain. To Pope, Peterborough...

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...expounded his Bill, sat ST. JOHN BBODBICK. " There," said CARSON who has not forgotten his POPE— " There ST. JOHN mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul. The brew thus blended did not prove very exhilarating. Word passed round Opposition benches...

...poet exclaims in one of his Imitations of Horace : — " There, my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place. There...my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul." In one of his letters to Swift, Pope, (who probably received the following account from Bolingbroke's...

...poet exclaims in one of his Imitations of Horace : — " There, my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place. There...my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul." In one of his letters to Swift, Pope, (who probably received the following account from Bolingbroke's...

...keep Rolls o'er my Grotto, and but soothes my sleep ; There, my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place. There...reason and the flow of soul ; And HE, whose lightning pierc'd th' Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines, Or tames the Genius of the...