The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... , by their proceeding , any abufe may be directed at any man , no injury can poffibly be done by mine , fince a name- lefs Character can never be found out , but by its truth and likeness . P. ( 5 ) EPISTLE то Dr. ARBUTHNOT . An Apology.
... , by their proceeding , any abufe may be directed at any man , no injury can poffibly be done by mine , fince a name- lefs Character can never be found out , but by its truth and likeness . P. ( 5 ) EPISTLE то Dr. ARBUTHNOT . An Apology.
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... never , even when most in fashion , set up for a Patron , or a Dictator amongst the Wits ; but still kept in his usual privacy ; leaving the whole Caftalian ftate , as he calls it , to a Mock - Mecenas , whom he next defcribes [ 125 to ...
... never , even when most in fashion , set up for a Patron , or a Dictator amongst the Wits ; but still kept in his usual privacy ; leaving the whole Caftalian ftate , as he calls it , to a Mock - Mecenas , whom he next defcribes [ 125 to ...
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... never name Queens , Ministers , or Kings ; 76 Keep close to Ears , and those let affes prick , " Tis nothing --- P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ? Out with it , DUNCIAD ! let the fecret pass , That fecret to each fool , that he's an ...
... never name Queens , Ministers , or Kings ; 76 Keep close to Ears , and those let affes prick , " Tis nothing --- P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ? Out with it , DUNCIAD ! let the fecret pass , That fecret to each fool , that he's an ...
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... never out of his hands ; they became his model ; and from them alone he learnt the whole magic of his verfification . This year he began an epic Poem , the fame which Bp . Atterbury , long afterwards , per- fuaded him to burn . Befides ...
... never out of his hands ; they became his model ; and from them alone he learnt the whole magic of his verfification . This year he began an epic Poem , the fame which Bp . Atterbury , long afterwards , per- fuaded him to burn . Befides ...
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... never anfwer'd , I was not in debt . 150 If want provok'd , or madnefs made them print , 155 I wag'd no war with Bedlam or the Mint . Did fome more fober Critic come abroad ; If wrong , I smil'd ; if right , I kifs'd the rod . Pains ...
... never anfwer'd , I was not in debt . 150 If want provok'd , or madnefs made them print , 155 I wag'd no war with Bedlam or the Mint . Did fome more fober Critic come abroad ; If wrong , I smil'd ; if right , I kifs'd the rod . Pains ...
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Сторінка 9 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage!' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Сторінка 24 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Сторінка 25 - Fed with soft Dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song. His library, where busts of poets dead...
Сторінка 275 - 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.
Сторінка 8 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove?
Сторінка 29 - Yet why? that father held it for a rule, It was a sin to call our neighbour fool: That harmless mother thought no wife a whore: Hear this, and spare his family, James Moore! Unspotted names, and memorable long! If there be force in virtue, or in song.
Сторінка 43 - 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.
Сторінка 12 - It is" the slaver kills, and not the bite. A fool quite angry is quite innocent : Alas ! 'tis ten times worse when they repent. One dedicates in high heroic prose, And ridicules beyond a hundred foes : One from all Grub-street will my fame defend, And, more abusive, calls himself my friend. This prints my letters, that expects a bribe, And others roar aloud,
Сторінка 31 - 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 9 - Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much." "Not, sir, if you revise it, and retouch.