The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 3W. Pickering, 1851 - English poetry |
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... Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Is there who , lock'd from ...
... Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross , Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Is there who , lock'd from ...
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... Happy my studies , when by these approv'd ! Happier their author , when by these belov'd ! From these the world will judge of men and books , Not from the Burnets , Oldmixons , and Cooks . Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence ...
... Happy my studies , when by these approv'd ! Happier their author , when by these belov'd ! From these the world will judge of men and books , Not from the Burnets , Oldmixons , and Cooks . Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence ...
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... happy swain ! He stuffs and swills , and stuffs again . ' I'm quite asham'd - ' tis mighty rude To eat so much - but all's so good- I have a thousand thanks to give- My lord alone knows how to live . ' No sooner said , but from the hall ...
... happy swain ! He stuffs and swills , and stuffs again . ' I'm quite asham'd - ' tis mighty rude To eat so much - but all's so good- I have a thousand thanks to give- My lord alone knows how to live . ' No sooner said , but from the hall ...
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... happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray ! needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self - center'd sun , and stars that rise and fall , There ...
... happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray ! needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self - center'd sun , and stars that rise and fall , There ...
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... happy for your pains . But art thou one whom new opinions sway , One who believes as Tindal leads the way , Who virtue and a church alike disowns , Thinks that but words , and this but brick and stones ? 2 Whose father had been ...
... happy for your pains . But art thou one whom new opinions sway , One who believes as Tindal leads the way , Who virtue and a church alike disowns , Thinks that but words , and this but brick and stones ? 2 Whose father had been ...
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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.