The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeW.P. Nimmo, 1878 - 448 pages |
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... vice versa a whole poem for the sake of some particular lines . I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer , as the power of rejecting his own thoughts ; and it must be this ( if anything ) that can give me a ...
... vice versa a whole poem for the sake of some particular lines . I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer , as the power of rejecting his own thoughts ; and it must be this ( if anything ) that can give me a ...
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... vice admired to find a flatterer there ! Encouraged thus , wit's Titans braved the skies , And the press groaned with licensed blasphemies . These monsters , critics ! with your darts engage , Here point your thunder , and exhaust your ...
... vice admired to find a flatterer there ! Encouraged thus , wit's Titans braved the skies , And the press groaned with licensed blasphemies . These monsters , critics ! with your darts engage , Here point your thunder , and exhaust your ...
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... vice joined in our mixed nature ; the limits near , yet the things separate and evident : What is the office of reason , ver . 202-216 . - V . How odious vice in itself , and how we deceive ourselves into it , ver . 217.-VI. That ...
... vice joined in our mixed nature ; the limits near , yet the things separate and evident : What is the office of reason , ver . 202-216 . - V . How odious vice in itself , and how we deceive ourselves into it , ver . 217.-VI. That ...
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... it check our pride ) The virtue nearest to our vice allied : Reason the bias turns to good from ill , And Nero reigns a Titus , if he will . 170 180 190 : The fiery soul abhorred in Catiline , In Decius 82 MORAL ESSAYS .
... it check our pride ) The virtue nearest to our vice allied : Reason the bias turns to good from ill , And Nero reigns a Titus , if he will . 170 180 190 : The fiery soul abhorred in Catiline , In Decius 82 MORAL ESSAYS .
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... vice . Fools ! who from hence into the notion fall , That vice or virtue there is none at all . If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ...
... vice . Fools ! who from hence into the notion fall , That vice or virtue there is none at all . If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ...
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Page 76 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Page 414 - How loved, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 69 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 18 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Page 15 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
Page 165 - 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. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, thro...
Page 111 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Page 83 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 176 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys; So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 112 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.