The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Volumen 5T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 páginas |
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... 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 , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . 5 What walls can guard me , or what shades can ...
... 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 , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . 5 What walls can guard me , or what shades can ...
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... dead . Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge , how wreched I ! Who can't be silent , and who will not lie . 21 25 25 30 To laugh were want of goodness and of grace , And to be grave exceeds all pow'r of face . 35 I sit with sad civility , I ...
... dead . Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge , how wreched I ! Who can't be silent , and who will not lie . 21 25 25 30 To laugh were want of goodness and of grace , And to be grave exceeds all pow'r of face . 35 I sit with sad civility , I ...
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... dead And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race , Who first his judgment ask'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures , much his seat , And flatter'd ev'ry day , and some days ate ...
... dead And a true Pindar stood without a head ) Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race , Who first his judgment ask'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures , much his seat , And flatter'd ev'ry day , and some days ate ...
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... dead . 270 Why am I ask❜d what next shall see the light ? Heav'ns ! 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 ? 274 " I found him close with Swift ...
... dead . 270 Why am I ask❜d what next shall see the light ? Heav'ns ! 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 ? 274 " I found him close with Swift ...
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... spread , A friend in exile , or a father dead ; The whisper that , to greatness still too near , Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovʼreign's car- 335 340 345 350 / 355 Welcome for thee , fair Virtue ! all the past 18 PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES .
... spread , A friend in exile , or a father dead ; The whisper that , to greatness still too near , Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovʼreign's car- 335 340 345 350 / 355 Welcome for thee , fair Virtue ! all the past 18 PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES .
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Página 12 - 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, no brother near the throne...
Página 13 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Página 18 - 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.
Página 15 - Oh let me live my own, and die so too ! (To live and die is all I have to do :; Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please ; Above a patron, tho' I condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
Página 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove?
Página 17 - 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.
Página 32 - There my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place: There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Página 8 - Glad of a quarrel, straight I clap the door, Sir, let me see your works and you no more. *Tis sung, when Midas...
Página 5 - A maudlin Poetess, a rhyming Peer, A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross!
Página 11 - Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence While pure description held the place of sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme, A painted mistress, or a purling stream.