The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... laughed at , if they please . I would have fome of them know , it was owing to the request of the learned and candid Friend to whom it is inscribed , that I make not as free use of theirs as they have done of mine . However , I fhall ...
... laughed at , if they please . I would have fome of them know , it was owing to the request of the learned and candid Friend to whom it is inscribed , that I make not as free use of theirs as they have done of mine . However , I fhall ...
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... laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave , exceeds all Pow'r of face . I fit with fad civility , I read With honeft anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at last , but in unwilling ears , 39 This faving counfel ...
... laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave , exceeds all Pow'r of face . I fit with fad civility , I read With honeft anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at last , but in unwilling ears , 39 This faving counfel ...
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... laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , 85 Thou unconcern'd canft hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall'ry in convulfions hurl❜d , Thou ftand'ft unshook amidst a bursting world . Who shames a Scribler ? break one cobweb thro ...
... laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , 85 Thou unconcern'd canft hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall'ry in convulfions hurl❜d , Thou ftand'ft unshook amidst a bursting world . Who shames a Scribler ? break one cobweb thro ...
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... laugh , if such a man there be ? Who would not weep , if ATTICUS were he ! What tho ' my Name stood rubric on the walls , Or plaister'd pofts , with claps , in capitals ? Or fmoaking forth , a hundred hawkers load , On wings of winds ...
... laugh , if such a man there be ? Who would not weep , if ATTICUS were he ! What tho ' my Name stood rubric on the walls , Or plaister'd pofts , with claps , in capitals ? Or fmoaking forth , a hundred hawkers load , On wings of winds ...
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... Laugh'd at the lofs of friends he never had , The dull , the proud , the wicked , and the mad ; The diftant threats of vengeance on his head , The blow unfelt , the tear he never shed ; The tale reviv'd , the lye fo oft o'erthrown , Th ...
... Laugh'd at the lofs of friends he never had , The dull , the proud , the wicked , and the mad ; The diftant threats of vengeance on his head , The blow unfelt , the tear he never shed ; The tale reviv'd , the lye fo oft o'erthrown , Th ...
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Seite 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Seite 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Seite 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.
Seite 6 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.