The Works of Alexander Pope, Том 3

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Сторінка 381 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
Сторінка 252 - 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; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Сторінка 533 - He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left: And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning...
Сторінка 118 - Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man ; but every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed. Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin : and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.
Сторінка 150 - Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king. No wit to flatter, left of all his store ! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame ; this lord of useless thousands ends.
Сторінка 472 - Argyll, the state's whole thunder born to wield, And shake alike the senate and the field? Or Wyndham, just to freedom and the throne, The master of our passions and his own? Names which I long have...
Сторінка 530 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Сторінка 239 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song...
Сторінка 176 - His gardens next your admiration call; On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Сторінка 91 - Nothing so true as what you once let fall, "Most women have no characters at all." Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, And best distinguished by black, brown, or fair.

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