The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... fame defend , And more abufive , calls himself my friend . This prints my Letters , that expects a bribe , And others roar aloud , " Subscribe , fubfcribe . " There are , who to my perfon pay their court : 115 I cough like Horace , and ...
... fame defend , And more abufive , calls himself my friend . This prints my Letters , that expects a bribe , And others roar aloud , " Subscribe , fubfcribe . " There are , who to my perfon pay their court : 115 I cough like Horace , and ...
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... fame , I lifp'd in numbers , for the numbers came . I left no calling for this idle trade , 125 No duty broke , no father disobey❜d . 130 The Muse but ferv'd to ease fome friend , not Wife , To help me thro ' this long disease , my ...
... fame , I lifp'd in numbers , for the numbers came . I left no calling for this idle trade , 125 No duty broke , no father disobey❜d . 130 The Muse but ferv'd to ease fome friend , not Wife , To help me thro ' this long disease , my ...
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... fame class , though the violence of party might hurry them into the fame mistakes . But if the first of- fended this way , it was only through an honest warmth of temper , that allowed too little to an excellent understand- ing . The ...
... fame class , though the violence of party might hurry them into the fame mistakes . But if the first of- fended this way , it was only through an honest warmth of temper , that allowed too little to an excellent understand- ing . The ...
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... fame poet . The liquid Amber of whofe Wit has lately . licked up , and enrolled fuch a quantity of these Infects , and of tribes fo grotefque and various , as would have puzzled Reaumur to give names to . Two or three of them it may not ...
... fame poet . The liquid Amber of whofe Wit has lately . licked up , and enrolled fuch a quantity of these Infects , and of tribes fo grotefque and various , as would have puzzled Reaumur to give names to . Two or three of them it may not ...
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... Fame inspires ; Bleft with each talent and each art to please , And born to write , converfe , and live with ease : Should fuch a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne , View him with scornful ...
... Fame inspires ; Bleft with each talent and each art to please , And born to write , converfe , and live with ease : Should fuch a man , too fond to rule alone , Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne , View him with scornful ...
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aetas againſt atque becauſe beſt Biſhop cafe cauſe Court Deûm Dunciad eaſe Epiftle ev'n ev'ry expreffion faid fame fatire feem fenfe fhall fhew fhould fibi fince fing firft firſt fome fool fpirit ftill ftrange fuch fuit fure grace himſelf honeft honour Horace Houſe imitation juft King Knave laft laſt Laws leaſt lefs Lord lov'd ludicra Minifters moſt Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er neque never nihil NOTES numbers nunc o'er Original Paffion perfon Pindar pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poet Poet's poft Pow'r praiſe profe Pythagorea quae quam Quid quod racter reaſon reft rhyme rifu Satire ſay ſcarce Shakeſpear ſhall ſpeak ſtate ſtill ſuch tamen thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro tibi uſe verfe verſe Virtue Whig whofe whoſe wife worfe worſe writ write
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Сторінка 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Сторінка 17 - 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 51 - 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 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Сторінка 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Сторінка 234 - 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 6 - 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 30 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Сторінка 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Сторінка 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.