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Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles , and fair
fame inspires ; Bless'd with each talent and each art to please , And born to write ,
converse , and live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear ...
Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles , and fair
fame inspires ; Bless'd with each talent and each art to please , And born to write ,
converse , and live with ease ; Should such a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear ...
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To live and die is all I have to do :) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease , And see
what friends , and read what books I please : Above a patron , though I
condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend . I was not born for courts or
great affairs ...
To live and die is all I have to do :) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease , And see
what friends , and read what books I please : Above a patron , though I
condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend . I was not born for courts or
great affairs ...
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By nature honest , by experience wise ; Healthy by temperance and by exercise ;
His life , though long , to sickness pass'd unknown , His death was instant and
without a groan . O grant me thus to live , and thus to 16 POPE'S POETICAL ...
By nature honest , by experience wise ; Healthy by temperance and by exercise ;
His life , though long , to sickness pass'd unknown , His death was instant and
without a groan . O grant me thus to live , and thus to 16 POPE'S POETICAL ...
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O grant me thus to live , and thus to die ! Who sprung from kings shall know less
joy than I. O friend ! may each domestic bliss be thine ! Be no unpleasing
melancholy mine ; Me , let the tender office long engage , To rock the cradle of
reposing ...
O grant me thus to live , and thus to die ! Who sprung from kings shall know less
joy than I. O friend ! may each domestic bliss be thine ! Be no unpleasing
melancholy mine ; Me , let the tender office long engage , To rock the cradle of
reposing ...
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And I not strip the gilding off a knave , Unplaced , unpension'd , no man's heir or
slave ? I will , or perish in the generous cause : Hear this , and tremble ! you who '
scape the laws . Yes , while I live , no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world ...
And I not strip the gilding off a knave , Unplaced , unpension'd , no man's heir or
slave ? I will , or perish in the generous cause : Hear this , and tremble ! you who '
scape the laws . Yes , while I live , no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world ...
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Page 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Page 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay '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.
Page 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
Page 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Page 11 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. 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 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Page 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.