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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... learned critics , of the mighty dead ? In days of ease , when now the weary sword Was sheath'd , and luxury with Charles restor❜d ; In every taste of foreign courts improv'd , All by the king's example liv'd and lov'd . ' Then peers ...
... learned critics , of the mighty dead ? In days of ease , when now the weary sword Was sheath'd , and luxury with Charles restor❜d ; In every taste of foreign courts improv'd , All by the king's example liv'd and lov'd . ' Then peers ...
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... learned grove ) But knottier points , we knew not half so well , Depriv'd us soon of our paternal cell ; And certain laws , by sufferers thought unjust , Denied all posts of profit or of trust ; Hopes after hopes of pions papists fail'd ...
... learned grove ) But knottier points , we knew not half so well , Depriv'd us soon of our paternal cell ; And certain laws , by sufferers thought unjust , Denied all posts of profit or of trust ; Hopes after hopes of pions papists fail'd ...
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... learned roast an egg : Hard task to hit the palate of such guests , When Oldfield loves what Dartineuf detests ! But grant I may relapse , for want of grace , Again to rhyme , can London be the place ? Who there his Muse , or self , or ...
... learned roast an egg : Hard task to hit the palate of such guests , When Oldfield loves what Dartineuf detests ! But grant I may relapse , for want of grace , Again to rhyme , can London be the place ? Who there his Muse , or self , or ...
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... learned dust , his nightcap on , He walks an object new beneath the sun ! The boys flock round him , and the people stare : So stiff , so mute ! some statue you would swear Stept from its pedestal to take the air ! And here , while town ...
... learned dust , his nightcap on , He walks an object new beneath the sun ! The boys flock round him , and the people stare : So stiff , so mute ! some statue you would swear Stept from its pedestal to take the air ! And here , while town ...
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... 'd 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 . ' Calmly he look'd on either life , and here Saw EPITAPHS . 169.
... 'd 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 . ' Calmly he look'd on either life , and here Saw EPITAPHS . 169.
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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.