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, Том 41754 |
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... mind . Curl fet up his head for a fign . b His father was crooked ? His Mother was much afflicted with head - achs . VER . 118. Sir , you have an Eye ] It is remarkable that amongst these compliments on his infirmities and deformities ...
... mind . Curl fet up his head for a fign . b His father was crooked ? His Mother was much afflicted with head - achs . VER . 118. Sir , you have an Eye ] It is remarkable that amongst these compliments on his infirmities and deformities ...
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... mind , That Cafting - weight pride adds to emptiness , This , who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The Bard whom pilfer'd Pastorals renown , Who turns a Persian tale for half a Crown , Juft writes to make his barrenness appear , And ...
... mind , That Cafting - weight pride adds to emptiness , This , who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The Bard whom pilfer'd Pastorals renown , Who turns a Persian tale for half a Crown , Juft writes to make his barrenness appear , And ...
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... mind proceeding from intemperance , on the idea , and in the Terms of Plato , affigit humo divinae particulam aurae . To this his ridicule is pointed . Our Poet , with more fobriety and judgment , has turned the ridicule , from the ...
... mind proceeding from intemperance , on the idea , and in the Terms of Plato , affigit humo divinae particulam aurae . To this his ridicule is pointed . Our Poet , with more fobriety and judgment , has turned the ridicule , from the ...
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... Mind That leaves the load of yesterday behind ? How eafy ev'ry labour it pursues ? How coming to the Poet ev'ry Mufe ? Not but we may exceed , fome holy time , 85 Or tir'd in fearch of Truth , or fearch of Rhyme ; Ill health fome juft ...
... Mind That leaves the load of yesterday behind ? How eafy ev'ry labour it pursues ? How coming to the Poet ev'ry Mufe ? Not but we may exceed , fome holy time , 85 Or tir'd in fearch of Truth , or fearch of Rhyme ; Ill health fome juft ...
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... , Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem Vicinus ; bene erat , non pifcibus urbe petitis , Sed pullo atque hoedo : tum2 penfilis uva fecundas Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind , Prepares 66 Book II . IMITATIONS.
... , Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem Vicinus ; bene erat , non pifcibus urbe petitis , Sed pullo atque hoedo : tum2 penfilis uva fecundas Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind , Prepares 66 Book II . IMITATIONS.
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 14 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 167 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that long have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or...
Сторінка 6 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage!' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.