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... fall , • Most women have no characters at all : ' Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear , And best distinguish'd by black , brown , or fair . There is nothing in Mr. Pope's works , more highly finish . ed than this Epistle . Yet its ...
... fall , • Most women have no characters at all : ' Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear , And best distinguish'd by black , brown , or fair . There is nothing in Mr. Pope's works , more highly finish . ed than this Epistle . Yet its ...
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... fall , and in it Catch , ere she change , the Cynthia of this minute . Rufa , whose eye quick - glancing o'er the Park , Attracts each gay light meteor of a spark , Agrees as ill with Rufa studying Locke , As Sappho's di'monds with her ...
... fall , and in it Catch , ere she change , the Cynthia of this minute . Rufa , whose eye quick - glancing o'er the Park , Attracts each gay light meteor of a spark , Agrees as ill with Rufa studying Locke , As Sappho's di'monds with her ...
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... fall again to dust . Last night , her lord was all that's good and great ; A knave this morning , and his will a cheat . Strange ! by the means defeated of the ends , By spirit robb'd of pow'r , by warmth of friends , By wealth of ...
... fall again to dust . Last night , her lord was all that's good and great ; A knave this morning , and his will a cheat . Strange ! by the means defeated of the ends , By spirit robb'd of pow'r , by warmth of friends , By wealth of ...
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... fall . And yet believe me , good as well as ill , Woman's at best a contradiction still . Heav'n when it strives to polish all it can , Its last best work , but forms a softer man ; Picks from each sex , to make the fav'rite blest ...
... fall . And yet believe me , good as well as ill , Woman's at best a contradiction still . Heav'n when it strives to polish all it can , Its last best work , but forms a softer man ; Picks from each sex , to make the fav'rite blest ...
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... falling into one of the ex- tremes , avarice or profusion , v . 1 , & c . The point discussed , whether the invention of money has been more commodious or pernicious to mankind , v . 21 , to 77. That Riches , either to the avaricious or ...
... falling into one of the ex- tremes , avarice or profusion , v . 1 , & c . The point discussed , whether the invention of money has been more commodious or pernicious to mankind , v . 21 , to 77. That Riches , either to the avaricious or ...
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Сторінка 132 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Сторінка 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Сторінка 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Сторінка 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Сторінка 136 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Сторінка 126 - 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 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Сторінка 125 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Сторінка 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Сторінка 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.