The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Volume 2Published for the booksellers, 1828 |
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... sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme , A painted mistress , or a purling stream . ' Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and sat still : Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never ...
... sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme , A painted mistress , or a purling stream . ' Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; I wish'd the man a dinner , and sat still : Yet then did Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never ...
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... sense , now nonsense , learning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning ; And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade translate , And own'd that nine such ...
... sense , now nonsense , learning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning ; And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade translate , And own'd that nine such ...
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... gray - goose quill ! May every Bavius have his Bufo still ! So when a statesman wants a day's defence , Or envy holds a whole week's war with sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce 50 EPISTLES .
... gray - goose quill ! May every Bavius have his Bufo still ! So when a statesman wants a day's defence , Or envy holds a whole week's war with sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce 50 EPISTLES .
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... Who can your merit selfishly approve , And show the sense of it without the love ; Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injur'd , to defend ; Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , EPISTLES . 51.
... Who can your merit selfishly approve , And show the sense of it without the love ; Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injur'd , to defend ; Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , EPISTLES . 51.
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... sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. 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 ...
... sense , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. 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 ...
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Página 52 - 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...
Página 7 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds, to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Página 43 - Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
Página 7 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet; The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Página 85 - Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each Passion that he feigns ; Enrage, compose, with more than magic Art, With Pity, and with Terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Página 188 - Night primaeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Página 52 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies ; His wit all see-saw between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis. Amphibious thing ! that acting either part, The trifling head, or the corrupted heart ; Fop at the toilet, flatterer at the board, Now trips a lady, and now struts a lord. Eve's tempter thus the rabbins have exprest, A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest ; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep,...
Página 213 - Kneller, by Heaven, and not a master taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought ; Now for two ages, having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with Princes' honours, Poets' lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise.
Página 89 - Indebted to no prince or peer alive, Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,* 70 If I would scribble rather than repose. Years following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away ; In one our frolics, one amusements end, In one a mistress drops, in one a friend...
Página 188 - 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.