The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... tell me , is not this a curse ? Say , is their anger , or their friendship worse ? NOTES . VER . 33. Seix'd and ty'd down to judge , Alluding to the scene in the Plain - Dealer , where Oldfox gags , and ties down the Widow , to hear his ...
... tell me , is not this a curse ? Say , is their anger , or their friendship worse ? NOTES . VER . 33. Seix'd and ty'd down to judge , Alluding to the scene in the Plain - Dealer , where Oldfox gags , and ties down the Widow , to hear his ...
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... tell me I could write Well - natur'd Garth inflam'd with early praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; After VARIATIONS . 124. in the MS . 135 e ; But , Friend , this shape , which You and Curl admire , Came not from ...
... tell me I could write Well - natur'd Garth inflam'd with early praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; After VARIATIONS . 124. in the MS . 135 e ; But , Friend , this shape , which You and Curl admire , Came not from ...
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... tell it on his tomb : Of all thy blameless life the fole return 259 My Verfe , and QUEENSB'RY weeping o'er thy urn ! 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 ...
... tell it on his tomb : Of all thy blameless life the fole return 259 My Verfe , and QUEENSB'RY weeping o'er thy urn ! 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 ...
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... tell you how this man was bit : This dreaded Sat'rift Dennis will confefs Foe to his pride , but friend to his distress : So humble , he has knock'd at Tibbald's door , Has drunk with Cibber , nay has rhym'd for Moor . Full ten years ...
... tell you how this man was bit : This dreaded Sat'rift Dennis will confefs Foe to his pride , but friend to his distress : So humble , he has knock'd at Tibbald's door , Has drunk with Cibber , nay has rhym'd for Moor . Full ten years ...
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... tell ; And who unknown defame me , let them be Scriblers or Peers , alike are Mob to me . This is my plea , on this I reft my cause- * What faith my Council , learned in the laws ? 1 F. Your Plea is good ; but ftill I fay , beware ...
... tell ; And who unknown defame me , let them be Scriblers or Peers , alike are Mob to me . This is my plea , on this I reft my cause- * What faith my Council , learned in the laws ? 1 F. Your Plea is good ; but ftill I fay , beware ...
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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.