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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Collated with the Best Editions: Alexander Pope, Thomas Park. From thy dear
side I have no pow ' r to part , Such secret transports warm my melting heart . For
who that once possess ' d those heavenly charms , Could live one moment
absent ...
Collated with the Best Editions: Alexander Pope, Thomas Park. From thy dear
side I have no pow ' r to part , Such secret transports warm my melting heart . For
who that once possess ' d those heavenly charms , Could live one moment
absent ...
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Here ' s your revenge ! you love it at your heart . Would I vouchsafe to sell what
nature gave , You little think what custom I could have . But see ! I ' m all your own
- day , hold for shame ! What means my dear ? - indeed - you are to blame ' Thus
...
Here ' s your revenge ! you love it at your heart . Would I vouchsafe to sell what
nature gave , You little think what custom I could have . But see ! I ' m all your own
- day , hold for shame ! What means my dear ? - indeed - you are to blame ' Thus
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Not but there are , who merit other palms ; Hopkins and Sternhold glad the heart
with psalms ; The boys and girls whom charity maintains Implore your help in
these pathetic strains : How could devotion touch the country pews Unless the
gods ...
Not but there are , who merit other palms ; Hopkins and Sternhold glad the heart
with psalms ; The boys and girls whom charity maintains Implore your help in
these pathetic strains : How could devotion touch the country pews Unless the
gods ...
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... these sober questions of my heart : If , when the more you drink the more you
crave , You tell the doctor ; when the more you have The more you want , why not
; with equal ease , Confess as well your folly as disease ? The heart resolves this
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... these sober questions of my heart : If , when the more you drink the more you
crave , You tell the doctor ; when the more you have The more you want , why not
; with equal ease , Confess as well your folly as disease ? The heart resolves this
...
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Trims Europe ' s balance , tops the statesman ' s part , And talks gazettes and
postboys o ' er by heart . Like a big wife at sight of loathsome meat Ready to cast ,
I yawn , I sigh , and sweat . Then as a licens ' d spy , whom nothing can Silence or
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Trims Europe ' s balance , tops the statesman ' s part , And talks gazettes and
postboys o ' er by heart . Like a big wife at sight of loathsome meat Ready to cast ,
I yawn , I sigh , and sweat . Then as a licens ' d spy , whom nothing can Silence or
...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 129 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.