The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... painted mistress , or a purling ftream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and fate ftill . Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never answer'd , I was not in debt . 150 If want provok'd , or ...
... painted mistress , or a purling ftream . Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and fate ftill . Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never answer'd , I was not in debt . 150 If want provok'd , or ...
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... painted child of dirt , that ftinks and ftings ; 310 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 ...
... painted child of dirt , that ftinks and ftings ; 310 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 ...
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... Paint Angels trembling round his falling Horse ? k F. Then all your Mufe's fofter art display , Let CAROLINA smooth the tuneful lay , Lull with AMELIA's liquid name the Nine , And fweetly flow thro ' all the Royal Line . P. Alas ! few ...
... Paint Angels trembling round his falling Horse ? k F. Then all your Mufe's fofter art display , Let CAROLINA smooth the tuneful lay , Lull with AMELIA's liquid name the Nine , And fweetly flow thro ' all the Royal Line . P. Alas ! few ...
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... paint , we fing , we dance as well , And P learned Athens to our art must stoop , Could fhe behold us tumbling thro ' a hoop . If Time improve our Wit as well as Wine , Say at what age a Poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not ...
... paint , we fing , we dance as well , And P learned Athens to our art must stoop , Could fhe behold us tumbling thro ' a hoop . If Time improve our Wit as well as Wine , Say at what age a Poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not ...
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... paint and ftone they judg'd of merit : But Kings in Wit may want difcerning Spirit . 385 The Hero William , and the Martyr Charles , One knighted Blackmore , and one penfion'd Quarles ; Which made old Ben , and furly Dennis fwear , " No ...
... paint and ftone they judg'd of merit : But Kings in Wit may want difcerning Spirit . 385 The Hero William , and the Martyr Charles , One knighted Blackmore , and one penfion'd Quarles ; Which made old Ben , and furly Dennis fwear , " No ...
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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.