The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. From the text of dr. Warburton. With the life of the author [by T. Cibber].1807 |
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... play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . ' Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , 140 But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords : To Hounslow - heath I point , and Bansted - down , Thence comes your mutton , and these ...
... play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . ' Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , 140 But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords : To Hounslow - heath I point , and Bansted - down , Thence comes your mutton , and these ...
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... play , Takes the whole house upon the poet's day . Now , in such exigencies not to need , Upon my word you must be rich indeed : A noble superfluity it craves , Not for yourself , but for your fools and knaves ; Something which for your ...
... play , Takes the whole house upon the poet's day . Now , in such exigencies not to need , Upon my word you must be rich indeed : A noble superfluity it craves , Not for yourself , but for your fools and knaves ; Something which for your ...
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... play - house bill Style the divine , the matchless , what you will ) For gain , not glory , wing'd his roving flight , And grew immortal in his own despight . Ben , old and poor , as little seem'd to heed The life to come in every ...
... play - house bill Style the divine , the matchless , what you will ) For gain , not glory , wing'd his roving flight , And grew immortal in his own despight . Ben , old and poor , as little seem'd to heed The life to come in every ...
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... play , Now calls in princes , and now turns away . Now Whig , now Tory , what we lov'd we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now for church and state ; Now for prerogatives , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy ! from a noble cause . Time was ...
... play , Now calls in princes , and now turns away . Now Whig , now Tory , what we lov'd we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now for church and state ; Now for prerogatives , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy ! from a noble cause . Time was ...
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... play The silly bards grow fat or fall away . There still remains , to mortify a wit , The many - headed monster of the pit ; 300 305 310 A senseless , worthless , and unhonour'd crowd , Who , to disturb their betters mighty proud ...
... play The silly bards grow fat or fall away . There still remains , to mortify a wit , The many - headed monster of the pit ; 300 305 310 A senseless , worthless , and unhonour'd crowd , Who , to disturb their betters mighty proud ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 14 - 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. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, 320 In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes,...
Pàgina 11 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Pàgina 107 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Pàgina 11 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; 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 load, On wings of winds came flying...
Pàgina 118 - I weep my past offence, Now think of thee, and curse my innocence. Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget? How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense. And love th
Pàgina 90 - A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day.
Pàgina 6 - Sabbath-day to me: Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me just at Dinner-time.
Pàgina 123 - As into air the purer spirits flow, 25 And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below; So flew the soul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.
Pàgina 10 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! 170 The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there?
Pàgina 116 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.