The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 3W. Pickering, 1851 - English poetry |
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... Son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt .... On James Craggs , Esq . On Mr. Rowe .. On Mrs. Corbet , who died of a Cancer in her Breast ... 138 On the Monument of the Hon . R. Digby and of his Sister Mary , erected by their Father , Lord ...
... Son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt .... On James Craggs , Esq . On Mr. Rowe .. On Mrs. Corbet , who died of a Cancer in her Breast ... 138 On the Monument of the Hon . R. Digby and of his Sister Mary , erected by their Father , Lord ...
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... son neglects the laws , Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry , and Pope . Friend to my life , ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle ...
... son neglects the laws , Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry , and Pope . Friend to my life , ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle ...
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... son one shoulder had too high , Such Ovid's nose , and " Sir ! you have an eye- . " Go on , obliging creatures ! make me see All that disgrac'd my betters met in me . Say , for my comfort , languishing in bed , " Just so immortal Maro ...
... son one shoulder had too high , Such Ovid's nose , and " Sir ! you have an eye- . " Go on , obliging creatures ! make me see All that disgrac'd my betters met in me . Say , for my comfort , languishing in bed , " Just so immortal Maro ...
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... son was drown'd ) At such a feast , old vinegar to spare , Is what two souls so generous cannot bear : Oil , though it stink , they drop by drop impart , But souse the cabbage with a bounteous heart . He knows to live who keeps the ...
... son was drown'd ) At such a feast , old vinegar to spare , Is what two souls so generous cannot bear : Oil , though it stink , they drop by drop impart , But souse the cabbage with a bounteous heart . He knows to live who keeps the ...
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... son or wife : Why , you'll enjoy it only all your life . " Well , if the use be mine , can it concern one Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon ? What's property ? dear Swift ! you see it alter From you to me , from me to Peter ...
... son or wife : Why , you'll enjoy it only all your life . " Well , if the use be mine , can it concern one Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon ? What's property ? dear Swift ! you see it alter From you to me , from me to Peter ...
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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.