The Works of Alexander Pope Esq, 4. köideJ. and P. KNAPTON in Ludgate-street, 1751 - 341 pages |
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... sense . Comma's and points they fet exactly right , And ' twere a fin to rob them of their mite . Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel grac'd these ribalds , From flashing Bentley down to pidling Tibalds : NOTES . 160 VER . 150. A painted ...
... sense . Comma's and points they fet exactly right , And ' twere a fin to rob them of their mite . Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel grac'd these ribalds , From flashing Bentley down to pidling Tibalds : NOTES . 160 VER . 150. A painted ...
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... sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely bad , It is not Poetry , but profe run mad : All these , my modeft Satire bad translate , And own'd that nine fuch ...
... sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely bad , It is not Poetry , but profe run mad : All these , my modeft Satire bad translate , And own'd that nine fuch ...
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... Sense , Or fimple pride for flatt'ry inakes demands , May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands ! Bleft be the Great ! for thofe they take away , And those they left me ; for they left me GAY ; Neglected die , and tell it on his tomb ...
... Sense , Or fimple pride for flatt'ry inakes demands , May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands ! Bleft be the Great ! for thofe they take away , And those they left me ; for they left me GAY ; Neglected die , and tell it on his tomb ...
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... sense of it without the love ; ] i . e . will never fuffer the admiration of an excellence to produce any esteem for him , to whom it belongs . VER . 295. Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injur'd , to ...
... sense of it without the love ; ] i . e . will never fuffer the admiration of an excellence to produce any esteem for him , to whom it belongs . VER . 295. Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injur'd , to ...
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... sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that ftinks and ftings ; 310 Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er ...
... sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that ftinks and ftings ; 310 Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys , Yet wit ne'er ...
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Page 30 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Page 21 - 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, though I condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
Page 51 - 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 234 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Page 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 47 - Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage ; Hard words or hanging, if your judge be Page ; From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate, Px'd by her love, or libell'd by her hate.
Page 17 - 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 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Page 10 - The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus ! round thee break, 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro...
Page 21 - Heavens! 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? "I found him close with Swift — Indeed? no doubt (Cries prating Balbus) something will come out.