The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Poor Cornus fees his frantic wife elope , And curfes Wit , and Poetry , and Pope . Friend to my Life ! ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle fong ) VARIATIONS . After 20. in the MS . Is there a bard in durance ...
... Poor Cornus fees his frantic wife elope , And curfes Wit , and Poetry , and Pope . Friend to my Life ! ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle fong ) VARIATIONS . After 20. in the MS . Is there a bard in durance ...
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... Poor guiltless I ! and can I chufe but fmile , When ev'ry Coxcomb knows me by my Style ? Curft be the verfe , how well foe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give Virtue fcandal , Innocence a fear , Or from the foft ...
... Poor guiltless I ! and can I chufe but fmile , When ev'ry Coxcomb knows me by my Style ? Curft be the verfe , how well foe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give Virtue fcandal , Innocence a fear , Or from the foft ...
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... poor , affront the great ? 360 P. A knave's a knave , to me , in ev'ry state : Alike my scorn , if he succeed or fail , Sporus at court , or Japhet in a jail , A hireling fcribler , or a hireling peer , Knight of the poft corrupt , or ...
... poor , affront the great ? 360 P. A knave's a knave , to me , in ev'ry state : Alike my scorn , if he succeed or fail , Sporus at court , or Japhet in a jail , A hireling fcribler , or a hireling peer , Knight of the poft corrupt , or ...
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... poor : с 30 Cheap eggs , and herbs , and olives still we fee ; 35 Thus much is left of old Simplicity ! The Robin - red - breaft till of late had reft , And children facred held a Martin's nest , Till Becca - ficos fold fo dev'lish dear ...
... poor : с 30 Cheap eggs , and herbs , and olives still we fee ; 35 Thus much is left of old Simplicity ! The Robin - red - breaft till of late had reft , And children facred held a Martin's nest , Till Becca - ficos fold fo dev'lish dear ...
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... poor ? Shall half the new - built churches round thee fall ? Make Keys , build Bridges , or repair White - hall : Or to thy Country let that heap be lent , As M ** o's was , but not at five per cent . NOTES . preceding morality . Horace ...
... poor ? Shall half the new - built churches round thee fall ? Make Keys , build Bridges , or repair White - hall : Or to thy Country let that heap be lent , As M ** o's was , but not at five per cent . NOTES . preceding morality . Horace ...
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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.