The works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements; together with all his notes: pr. verbatim from the octavo ed. of mr. Warburton, Band 41754 |
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... SATIRE II . Paul's , werffied . 182 EPILOGUE to the Satires . DIALOGUE I. DIALOGUE II . SATIRE IV . 194 CONTENTS.
... SATIRE II . Paul's , werffied . 182 EPILOGUE to the Satires . DIALOGUE I. DIALOGUE II . SATIRE IV . 194 CONTENTS.
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... SATIRE S. HUT , fhut the door , good John ! fatigu'd I faid , SH Tye up the knocker , fay I'm fick , I'm dead , The Dog - star rages ! nay ' tis past a doubt , All Bedlam , or Parnaffus , is let out : Fire in each eye , and papers in ...
... SATIRE S. HUT , fhut the door , good John ! fatigu'd I faid , SH Tye up the knocker , fay I'm fick , I'm dead , The Dog - star rages ! nay ' tis past a doubt , All Bedlam , or Parnaffus , is let out : Fire in each eye , and papers in ...
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... Satire bad translate , And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate . 190 How did they fume , and ftamp , and roar , and chafe ! And fwear , not ADDISON himself was safe . 195 Peace to all fuch ! but were there One whose fires True Genius ...
... Satire bad translate , And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate . 190 How did they fume , and ftamp , and roar , and chafe ! And fwear , not ADDISON himself was safe . 195 Peace to all fuch ! but were there One whose fires True Genius ...
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... Satire a Lampoon , and Fiction Lye . A lafh like mine no honeft man fhall dread , But all fuch babbling blockheads in his ftead , Let Sporus tremble - A . What ? that thing of filk , Sporus , that mere white curd of Afs's milk ? Satire ...
... Satire a Lampoon , and Fiction Lye . A lafh like mine no honeft man fhall dread , But all fuch babbling blockheads in his ftead , Let Sporus tremble - A . What ? that thing of filk , Sporus , that mere white curd of Afs's milk ? Satire ...
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... Satire on Vi- cious Courts as any Reflection on those they serv'd in . And indeed there is not in the world a greater error , than that which Fools are fo apt to fall into , and Knaves with good reason to encourage , the mistak- ing a ...
... Satire on Vi- cious Courts as any Reflection on those they serv'd in . And indeed there is not in the world a greater error , than that which Fools are fo apt to fall into , and Knaves with good reason to encourage , the mistak- ing a ...
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Seite 49 - 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 27 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Seite 12 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Seite 14 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 4 - 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 13 - 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 167 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that long have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or...
Seite 6 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage!' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Seite 20 - 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...
Seite 41 - My head and heart thus flowing thro' my quill, Verse-man or prose-man, term me which you will, Papist or Protestant, or both between, Like good Erasmus in an honest mean, In moderation placing all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory.