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Page 5
Many will know their own pictures in it , there being not a circumstance but what
is true ; but I have , for the most part , spared their names ; and they may escape
being laughed at , if they please . I would have some of them to know , it.
Many will know their own pictures in it , there being not a circumstance but what
is true ; but I have , for the most part , spared their names ; and they may escape
being laughed at , if they please . I would have some of them to know , it.
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I excused them too ; Well might they rage : I gave them but their due A man's true
merit ' tis not hard to find ; But each man's secret standard in his mind , That
casting - weight pride adds to emptiness , This , who can gratify ? for who can
guess ...
I excused them too ; Well might they rage : I gave them but their due A man's true
merit ' tis not hard to find ; But each man's secret standard in his mind , That
casting - weight pride adds to emptiness , This , who can gratify ? for who can
guess ...
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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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Proud as Apollo on his forked hill , Sat full - blown Bufo , puff'd by every quill ; Fed
with soft dedication all day long , Horace and he went hand and hand in song .
His library ( where busts of poets dead , And a true Pindar stood without a head )
...
Proud as Apollo on his forked hill , Sat full - blown Bufo , puff'd by every quill ; Fed
with soft dedication all day long , Horace and he went hand and hand in song .
His library ( where busts of poets dead , And a true Pindar stood without a head )
...
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And , indeed there is not in the world a greater error , than that which fools are so
apt to fall into , and knaves with good reason to encourage , the mistaking a
satirist for a libeller ; whereas to a true satirist nothing is so odious as a libeller ,
for ...
And , indeed there is not in the world a greater error , than that which fools are so
apt to fall into , and knaves with good reason to encourage , the mistaking a
satirist for a libeller ; whereas to a true satirist nothing is so odious as a libeller ,
for ...
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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.
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| Title | The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ... Volume 2 of The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author, Theophilus Cibber |
| Author | Alexander Pope |
| Publisher | Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 25 May 2007 |
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