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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... write , if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be filent , and who will not lye : To laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave , exceeds all Pow'r of face . I ...
... write , if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd and ty'd down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be filent , and who will not lye : To laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave , exceeds all Pow'r of face . I ...
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... write a Journal , or he'll turn Divine . " Blefs me ! a packet . " " Tis a ftranger fues , 55 " A Virgin Tragedy , an Orphan Mufe . " If I diflike it , " Furies , death and rage ! " If I approve , " Commend it to the Stage . " There ...
... write a Journal , or he'll turn Divine . " Blefs me ! a packet . " " Tis a ftranger fues , 55 " A Virgin Tragedy , an Orphan Mufe . " If I diflike it , " Furies , death and rage ! " If I approve , " Commend it to the Stage . " There ...
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... write , and I am twice as tall ; 105 But foes like thefe - P . One Flatt'rer's worse than all . Of all mad creatures , if the learn'd are right , It is the flaver kills , and not the bite . A fool quite angry is quite innocent : Alas ...
... write , and I am twice as tall ; 105 But foes like thefe - P . One Flatt'rer's worse than all . Of all mad creatures , if the learn'd are right , It is the flaver kills , and not the bite . A fool quite angry is quite innocent : Alas ...
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... write ? what fin to me unknown 125 Dipt me in ink , my parents ' , or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , 66 I lifp'd in numbers , for the numbers came . VARIATIONS . After VER . 124. in the MS . But friend , this shape ...
... write ? what fin to me unknown 125 Dipt me in ink , my parents ' , or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , 66 I lifp'd in numbers , for the numbers came . VARIATIONS . After VER . 124. in the MS . But friend , this shape ...
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... write ; Well - natur'd Garth inflam'd with early praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; The courtly Talbot , Somers , Shefield read , Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head , And St. John's self ( great Dryden's ...
... write ; Well - natur'd Garth inflam'd with early praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; The courtly Talbot , Somers , Shefield read , Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head , And St. John's self ( great Dryden's ...
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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.
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| Pealkiri | 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. köide 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, Alexander Pope |
| Autor | Alexander Pope |
| Published | 1754 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 22 sept. 2006 |
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