The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 3W. Pickering, 1851 - English poetry |
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... Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? " I found him close with Swift " - " Indeed ? no doubt ( Cries prating Balbus ) something will ...
... Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? " I found him close with Swift " - " Indeed ? no doubt ( Cries prating Balbus ) something will ...
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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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... heaven - except ( what's mighty odd ) A fit of vapours clouds this demigod . THE SIXTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE . TO MR . MURRAY.1 ' NoT to admire , is all the art I know , To make men happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain ...
... heaven - except ( what's mighty odd ) A fit of vapours clouds this demigod . THE SIXTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE . TO MR . MURRAY.1 ' NoT to admire , is all the art I know , To make men happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain ...
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... Heaven's own oracles from altars heard . Wonder of kings ! like whom to mortal eyes None e'er has risen , and none e'er shall rise . Just in one instance , be it yet confest Your people , sir , are partial in the rest ; Foes to all ...
... Heaven's own oracles from altars heard . Wonder of kings ! like whom to mortal eyes None e'er has risen , and none e'er shall rise . Just in one instance , be it yet confest Your people , sir , are partial in the rest ; Foes to all ...
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... heaven can bound , Now , serpent - like , in prose he sweeps the ground ; In quibbles angel and archangel join , And God the Father turns a school - divine . * A comedy by Colley Cibber . Not that I'd lop the beauties from his book , 60 ...
... heaven can bound , Now , serpent - like , in prose he sweeps the ground ; In quibbles angel and archangel join , And God the Father turns a school - divine . * A comedy by Colley Cibber . Not that I'd lop the beauties from his book , 60 ...
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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.