The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 3W. Pickering, 1851 - English poetry |
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... cries he , who , high in Drury Lane , Lull'd by soft zephyrs through the broken pane , Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints before term ends , Oblig❜d by hunger and request of friends : " The piece , you think , is incorrect ? why , take ...
... cries he , who , high in Drury Lane , Lull'd by soft zephyrs through the broken pane , Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints before term ends , Oblig❜d by hunger and request of friends : " The piece , you think , is incorrect ? why , take ...
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... ( Cries prating Balbus ) something will come out . " ' Tis all in vain , deny it as I will ; " No , such a genius never can lie still : " And then for mine obligingly mistakes The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo 5 makes . Poor guiltless I ...
... ( Cries prating Balbus ) something will come out . " ' Tis all in vain , deny it as I will ; " No , such a genius never can lie still : " And then for mine obligingly mistakes The first lampoon Sir Will or Bubo 5 makes . Poor guiltless I ...
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... Cries , " Send me , gods ! a whole hog barbecued ! " O blast it , south winds ! till a stench exhale Rank as the ripeness of a rabbit's tail . By what criterion do you eat , d'ye think , If this is priz'd for sweetness , that for stink ...
... Cries , " Send me , gods ! a whole hog barbecued ! " O blast it , south winds ! till a stench exhale Rank as the ripeness of a rabbit's tail . By what criterion do you eat , d'ye think , If this is priz'd for sweetness , that for stink ...
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... , none departs too late ; ( For I , who hold sage Homer's rule the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest ) . " Pray heaven it last ! ( cries Swift ) as you go on ; I wish to God this house had been your own OF POPE . 31.
... , none departs too late ; ( For I , who hold sage Homer's rule the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest ) . " Pray heaven it last ! ( cries Swift ) as you go on ; I wish to God this house had been your own OF POPE . 31.
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... cries , " My father's damn'd , and all's my own . " Shades , that to Bacon could retreat afford , Become the portion of a booby lord ; And Hemsley , once proud Buckingham's delight , Slides to a scrivener or a city knight . Let lands ...
... cries , " My father's damn'd , and all's my own . " Shades , that to Bacon could retreat afford , Become the portion of a booby lord ; And Hemsley , once proud Buckingham's delight , Slides to a scrivener or a city knight . Let lands ...
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Page 14 - Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar Toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, 320 In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 9 - He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left: And He, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning...
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 108 - Vice is undone, if she forgets her birth, And stoops from angels to the dregs of earth: But 'tis the fall degrades her to a whore; Let...
Page 17 - Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age.
Page 3 - And to be grave, exceeds all power of face. I sit with sad civility, I read With honest anguish, and an aching head ; And drop at last, but in unwilling ears, This saving counsel,
Page 2 - SHUT, shut the door, good John ! fatigued, 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, 5 They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 360 - And all its varying Rain-bows 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 141 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Page 36 - How's the wind ?' ' Whose chariot's that we left behind ?' Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, ' Have you nothing new to-day ' From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.