The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... leaves the load of yesterday behind ! How easy every labour it pursues ! How coming to the poet every Muse ! Not but we may exceed , some holy time , Or tired in search of truth , or search of rhyme ; Ill health some just indulgence may ...
... leaves the load of yesterday behind ! How easy every labour it pursues ! How coming to the poet every Muse ! Not but we may exceed , some holy time , Or tired in search of truth , or search of rhyme ; Ill health some just indulgence may ...
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... leave that to fate ; Get place and wealth , if possible , with grace ; If not , by any means get wealth and place : ' For what ? to have a box where eunuchs sing , And foremost in the circle eye a king : Or he , who bids thee face with ...
... leave that to fate ; Get place and wealth , if possible , with grace ; If not , by any means get wealth and place : ' For what ? to have a box where eunuchs sing , And foremost in the circle eye a king : Or he , who bids thee face with ...
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... leaves to Peter ; The good man heaps up nothing but mere metre ; Enjoys his garden and his book in quiet ; And then - a ... leave on Swift this grateful verse engraved " The rights a court attack'd , a poet saved . ' Behold the hand that ...
... leaves to Peter ; The good man heaps up nothing but mere metre ; Enjoys his garden and his book in quiet ; And then - a ... leave on Swift this grateful verse engraved " The rights a court attack'd , a poet saved . ' Behold the hand that ...
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... leave , will tell the fault ; We poets are ( upon a poet's word ) Of all mankind , the creatures most absurd : The season when to come , and when to go , To sing , or cease to sing , we never know ; And if we will recite nine hours in ...
... leave , will tell the fault ; We poets are ( upon a poet's word ) Of all mankind , the creatures most absurd : The season when to come , and when to go , To sing , or cease to sing , we never know ; And if we will recite nine hours in ...
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... leaves ( Like journals , odes , and such forgotten things As Eusden , Philips , Settle , writ of kings ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho BOOK II . - EPISTLE II . Ludentis ...
... leaves ( Like journals , odes , and such forgotten things As Eusden , Philips , Settle , writ of kings ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , fluttering in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho BOOK II . - EPISTLE II . Ludentis ...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life ..., Volume 2 Alexander Pope Visualização completa - 1828 |
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Página 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Página 6 - 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.
Página 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
Página 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Página 11 - 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...
Página 6 - And curses 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 ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Página 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Página 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.
Página 306 - In vain ! They gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Página 305 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.