The works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements; together with all his notes: pr. verbatim from the octavo ed. of mr. Warburton, 4. köide1754 |
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... fhall have this advantage , and honour , on my fide , that whereas , by their proceeding , any abufe may be directed at any man , no injury can poffibly be done by mine , fince a nameless Character can never be found out , but by its ...
... fhall have this advantage , and honour , on my fide , that whereas , by their proceeding , any abufe may be directed at any man , no injury can poffibly be done by mine , fince a nameless Character can never be found out , but by its ...
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... fhall see the light ? Heay'ns ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has Life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to ferve , no foul to fave ? " I found him close with Swift - Indeed ? no doubt 66 274 ( Cries prating ...
... fhall see the light ? Heay'ns ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has Life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to ferve , no foul to fave ? " I found him close with Swift - Indeed ? no doubt 66 274 ( Cries prating ...
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... fhall dread , But all fuch babbling blockheads in his ftead , Let Sporus tremble - A . What ? that thing of filk , Sporus , that mere white curd of Afs's milk ? Satire or fenfe , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a ...
... fhall dread , But all fuch babbling blockheads in his ftead , Let Sporus tremble - A . What ? that thing of filk , Sporus , that mere white curd of Afs's milk ? Satire or fenfe , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a ...
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... fhall know lefs joy than I. O Friend ! may each domeftic bliss be thine ! Be no unpleafing Melancholy mine : Me , let the tender office long engage , To rock the cradle of repofing Age , With lenient arts extend a Mother's breath , 410 ...
... fhall know lefs joy than I. O Friend ! may each domeftic bliss be thine ! Be no unpleafing Melancholy mine : Me , let the tender office long engage , To rock the cradle of repofing Age , With lenient arts extend a Mother's breath , 410 ...
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... fhall our applause belong , This new Court jargon , or the good old fong ? The modern language of corrupted Peers , t S Or what was spoke at CRESSY and POITIERS ? 100 ↑ Who counsels best ? who whispers , " Be but great , " With Praise ...
... fhall our applause belong , This new Court jargon , or the good old fong ? The modern language of corrupted Peers , t S Or what was spoke at CRESSY and POITIERS ? 100 ↑ Who counsels best ? who whispers , " Be but great , " With Praise ...
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Page 49 - Hear this, and tremble! you, who 'scape the Laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave ^/ Shall walk the World, in credit, to his grave.
Page 27 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, 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 ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Page 12 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 14 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 4 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Page 13 - 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...
Page 167 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that long have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or...
Page 6 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage!' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Page 20 - 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. Whether in florid impotence...
Page 41 - My head and heart thus flowing thro' my quill, Verse-man or prose-man, term me which you will, Papist or Protestant, or both between, Like good Erasmus in an honest mean, In moderation placing all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory.