The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... admire , is all the art I know , To make men happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray , needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self ...
... admire , is all the art I know , To make men happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain truth , dear Murray , needs no flowers of speech , So take it in the very words of Creech . ) This vault of air , this congregated ball , Self ...
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... admire , but be admired , Sigh while his Chloe , blind to wit and worth , Weds the rich dulness of some son of earth ... Admire whate'er the maddest can admire . Is wealth thy passion ? Hence ! from pole to pole , Where winds can carry ...
... admire , but be admired , Sigh while his Chloe , blind to wit and worth , Weds the rich dulness of some son of earth ... Admire whate'er the maddest can admire . Is wealth thy passion ? Hence ! from pole to pole , Where winds can carry ...
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... admire Not but the tragic spirit was our own , And full in Shakspeare , fair in Otway , shone : But Otway fail'd to polish or refine , And fluent Shakspeare scarce effaced a line . E'en copious Dryden wanted , or forgot , The last and ...
... admire Not but the tragic spirit was our own , And full in Shakspeare , fair in Otway , shone : But Otway fail'd to polish or refine , And fluent Shakspeare scarce effaced a line . E'en copious Dryden wanted , or forgot , The last and ...
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... admire , or be admired : I hoped for no commission from his grace ; I bought no benefice , I begg'd no place : Equally I hate . Means bless'd . In rich men's homes I bid kill some beasts , but no hecatombs ; None starve , none surfeit ...
... admire , or be admired : I hoped for no commission from his grace ; I bought no benefice , I begg'd no place : Equally I hate . Means bless'd . In rich men's homes I bid kill some beasts , but no hecatombs ; None starve , none surfeit ...
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... admire , Riches that vex , and vanities that tire . With added years , if life bring nothing new , But like a sieve let every blessing through , Some joy still lost , as each vain year runs o'er , And all we gain , some sad reflection ...
... admire , Riches that vex , and vanities that tire . With added years , if life bring nothing new , But like a sieve let every blessing through , Some joy still lost , as each vain year runs o'er , And all we gain , some sad reflection ...
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Seite 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Seite 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Seite 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
Seite 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Seite 11 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Seite 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Seite 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Seite 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.
Seite 306 - 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.
Seite 305 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.