The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... bear . But why then publish ? Granville the polite , And knowing Walsh , would tell me I could write Well - natur'd Garth inflam'd with early praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; After VARIATIONS . 124. in the MS ...
... bear . But why then publish ? Granville the polite , And knowing Walsh , would tell me I could write Well - natur'd Garth inflam'd with early praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; After VARIATIONS . 124. in the MS ...
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... Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne , View him with scornful , yet with jealous eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , affent with civil leer , And without fneering , teach the reft ...
... Bear , like the Turk , no brother near the throne , View him with scornful , yet with jealous eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , affent with civil leer , And without fneering , teach the reft ...
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... ear ; They scarce can bear their Laureate twice a year ; NOTES . 30 tender , and the Princes of the blood of France , fled be- fore him . Verba per attentam non ibunt Caefaris aurem : Cui male 2 Sat. I. OF 41 HORACE .
... ear ; They scarce can bear their Laureate twice a year ; NOTES . 30 tender , and the Princes of the blood of France , fled be- fore him . Verba per attentam non ibunt Caefaris aurem : Cui male 2 Sat. I. OF 41 HORACE .
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... Bear's talent not to kick , but hug ; And no man wonders he's not ftung by Pug . * So drink with Walters , or with Chartres eat , They'll never poifon you , they'll only cheat . b Then , learned Sir ! ( to cut the matter short ) Whate ...
... Bear's talent not to kick , but hug ; And no man wonders he's not ftung by Pug . * So drink with Walters , or with Chartres eat , They'll never poifon you , they'll only cheat . b Then , learned Sir ! ( to cut the matter short ) Whate ...
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... bear : Oyl , tho ' it stink , they drop by drop impart , But fowse the cabbage with a bounteous heart . y He knows to live , who keeps the middle ftate , And neither leans on this fide , nor on that ; Nor ftops , for one bad cork , his ...
... bear : Oyl , tho ' it stink , they drop by drop impart , But fowse the cabbage with a bounteous heart . y He knows to live , who keeps the middle ftate , And neither leans on this fide , nor on that ; Nor ftops , for one bad cork , his ...
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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.