The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
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... cried ) amidst alarms and strife , We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life ; For thee whole nations fill'd with flames and blood , And swam to empire through the purple flood : Those ills we dar'd , thy inspiration own ; What ...
... cried ) amidst alarms and strife , We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life ; For thee whole nations fill'd with flames and blood , And swam to empire through the purple flood : Those ills we dar'd , thy inspiration own ; What ...
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... cried ) direct your eyes , and see The men of pleasure , dress , and gallantry ; Ours is the place at banquets , balls , and plays , Sprightly our nights , polite are all our days ; Courts we frequent , where ' tis our pleasing care To ...
... cried ) direct your eyes , and see The men of pleasure , dress , and gallantry ; Ours is the place at banquets , balls , and plays , Sprightly our nights , polite are all our days ; Courts we frequent , where ' tis our pleasing care To ...
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... cried ) unlearn'd in arts to please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev'n fatigued with ease , Who lose a length of undeserving days , Would you usurp the lover's dear - bought praise ? To just contempt , ye vain pretenders ! fall , The ...
... cried ) unlearn'd in arts to please , Slaves to yourselves , and ev'n fatigued with ease , Who lose a length of undeserving days , Would you usurp the lover's dear - bought praise ? To just contempt , ye vain pretenders ! fall , The ...
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... cried , ( and cast a mournful look Around the room , and sigh'd before he spoke ) , ' Beneath the weight of threescore years I bend , And , worn with cares , am hastening to my end ; How I have liv'd , alas ! you know too well , In ...
... cried , ( and cast a mournful look Around the room , and sigh'd before he spoke ) , ' Beneath the weight of threescore years I bend , And , worn with cares , am hastening to my end ; How I have liv'd , alas ! you know too well , In ...
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... cried , if this be all you dread , Heav'n put it past your doubt whene'er you wed ; And to my fervent pray'rs so far consent , That , ere the rites are o'er , you may repent ! Good Heav'n , no doubt , the nuptial state ap- proves ...
... cried , if this be all you dread , Heav'n put it past your doubt whene'er you wed ; And to my fervent pray'rs so far consent , That , ere the rites are o'er , you may repent ! Good Heav'n , no doubt , the nuptial state ap- proves ...
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Page 78 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...
Page 76 - 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 178 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly : In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored ; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal darkness buries all.
Page 67 - TWIT'NAM, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy 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.
Page 129 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Page 76 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Page 70 - 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 68 - I'm all submission ; what you'd have it, make it." Three things another's modest wishes bound, My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound. Pitholeon sends to me : " You know his grace : I want a patron ; ask him for a place.
Page 72 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Page 126 - He stuck to poverty with peace of mind ; And me, the Muses help'd to undergo it ; Convict a papist he, and I a poet. But (thanks to Homer) since I live and thrive, Indebted to no prince or peer alive ; Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,3 If I would scribble rather than repose.