The Works of Alexander Pope Esq, Том 4J. and P. KNAPTON in Ludgate-street, 1751 - 341 стор. |
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... laughed at , if they please . I would have fome of them know , it was owing to the request of the learned and candid Friend to whom it is inscribed , that I make not as free use of theirs as they have done of mine . However , I shall ...
... laughed at , if they please . I would have fome of them know , it was owing to the request of the learned and candid Friend to whom it is inscribed , that I make not as free use of theirs as they have done of mine . However , I shall ...
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... laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave , exceeds all Pow'r of face . I fit with fad civility , I read With honest anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at last , but in unwilling ears , 39 This faving counsel ...
... laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , 35 And to be grave , exceeds all Pow'r of face . I fit with fad civility , I read With honest anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at last , but in unwilling ears , 39 This faving counsel ...
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... laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall'ry in convulfions hurl'd , Thou ftand'ft unshook amidst a bursting world . Who fhames a Scribler ? break one cobweb thro ...
... laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall'ry in convulfions hurl'd , Thou ftand'ft unshook amidst a bursting world . Who fhames a Scribler ? break one cobweb thro ...
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... laugh , if fuch a man there be ? Who would not weep , if ATTICUS were he ! What tho ' my Name stood rubric on the walls , Or plaifter'd pofts , with claps , in capitals ? Or fmoaking forth , a hundred hawkers load , On wings of winds ...
... laugh , if fuch a man there be ? Who would not weep , if ATTICUS were he ! What tho ' my Name stood rubric on the walls , Or plaifter'd pofts , with claps , in capitals ? Or fmoaking forth , a hundred hawkers load , On wings of winds ...
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... Laugh'd at the lofs of friends he never had , The dull , the proud , the wicked , and the mad ; The diftant threats of vengeance on his head , The blow unfelt , the tear he never shed ; The tale reviv'd , the lye fo oft o'erthrown , Th ...
... Laugh'd at the lofs of friends he never had , The dull , the proud , the wicked , and the mad ; The diftant threats of vengeance on his head , The blow unfelt , the tear he never shed ; The tale reviv'd , the lye fo oft o'erthrown , Th ...
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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 21 - Oh let me live my own, and die so too! (To live and die is all I have to do:) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please: Above a patron, though I condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
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 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 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Сторінка 47 - Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage ; Hard words or hanging, if your judge be Page ; From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate, Px'd by her love, or libell'd by her hate.
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 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 10 - The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus ! round thee break, 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro...
Сторінка 21 - Heavens! was I born for nothing but to write? Has life no joys for me? or (to be grave) Have I no friend to serve, no soul to save? "I found him close with Swift — Indeed? no doubt (Cries prating Balbus) something will come out.