The poetical works of Alexander Pope. Ed. by R. Carruthers, Том 41854 |
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... knave , Though many a passenger he rightly call , You hold him no philosopher at all . And yet the fate of all extremes is such , Men may be read , as well as books , too much . To observations which ourselves we make , We grow more ...
... knave , Though many a passenger he rightly call , You hold him no philosopher at all . And yet the fate of all extremes is such , Men may be read , as well as books , too much . To observations which ourselves we make , We grow more ...
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... knave , is next a knave . Save just at dinner - then prefers , no doubt , A rogue with venison to a saint without . Who would not praise Patricio's high desert , 7 His hand unstain'd , his uncorrupted heart , His comprehensive head all ...
... knave , is next a knave . Save just at dinner - then prefers , no doubt , A rogue with venison to a saint without . Who would not praise Patricio's high desert , 7 His hand unstain'd , his uncorrupted heart , His comprehensive head all ...
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... knave ? Alas ! in truth the man but changed his mind , Perhaps was sick , in love , or had not dined . Ask why from Britain Cæsar would retreat ? Cæsar himself might whisper he was beat . Why risk the world's great empire for a punk ...
... knave ? Alas ! in truth the man but changed his mind , Perhaps was sick , in love , or had not dined . Ask why from Britain Cæsar would retreat ? Cæsar himself might whisper he was beat . Why risk the world's great empire for a punk ...
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... knave . Is he a churchman ? then he's fond of power : A quaker ? sly : a presbyterian ? sour : A smart free - thinker ? all things in an hour . Ask men's opinions : Scoto now shall tell15 How trade increases , and the world goes well ...
... knave . Is he a churchman ? then he's fond of power : A quaker ? sly : a presbyterian ? sour : A smart free - thinker ? all things in an hour . Ask men's opinions : Scoto now shall tell15 How trade increases , and the world goes well ...
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... knave this morning , and his will a cheat . Strange ! by the means defeated of the ends , By spirit robbed of power , by warmth of friends , 145 By wealth of followers ! without one distress , Sick of herself , through very selfishness ...
... knave this morning , and his will a cheat . Strange ! by the means defeated of the ends , By spirit robbed of power , by warmth of friends , 145 By wealth of followers ! without one distress , Sick of herself , through very selfishness ...
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Сторінка 76 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Сторінка 117 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Сторінка 87 - His gardens next your admiration call; On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Сторінка 112 - 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; Alike reserved to blame or to commend, A timorous foe, and a suspicious friend ; 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...
Сторінка 106 - And to be grave, exceeds all power of face. I sit with sad civility, I read With honest anguish, and an aching head; And drop at last, but in unwilling ears, This saving counsel, 'Keep your piece nine years.
Сторінка 108 - 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.
Сторінка 121 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Сторінка 91 - Flood contain, The Mole projected break the roaring Main; Back to his bounds their subject Sea command, And roll obedient Rivers thro' the Land: These Honours, Peace to happy Britain brings, These are Imperial Works, and worthy Kings.
Сторінка 117 - His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Сторінка 62 - Like you, Sir John ? That I can do, when all I have is gone." Resolve me, Reason, which of these is worse, Want with a full, or with an empty purse...