The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. From the text of dr. Warburton. With the life of the author [by T. Cibber].1807 |
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... sing , or cease to sing , we never know ; And if we will recite nine hours in ten , You lose your patience just like other men . Then , too , we hurt ourselves when , to defend A single verse , we quarrel with a friend ; Repeat unask'd ...
... sing , or cease to sing , we never know ; And if we will recite nine hours in ten , You lose your patience just like other men . Then , too , we hurt ourselves when , to defend A single verse , we quarrel with a friend ; Repeat unask'd ...
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... sing ! What seas you travers'd , and what fields you fought ! Your country's peace how oft , how dearly bought ! How barbarous rage subsided at your word , 395 And natious wonder'd while they dropp'd the sword ! How when you nodded , o ...
... sing ! What seas you travers'd , and what fields you fought ! Your country's peace how oft , how dearly bought ! How barbarous rage subsided at your word , 395 And natious wonder'd while they dropp'd the sword ! How when you nodded , o ...
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... Sing thy sonorous verse - but not aloud . Alas ! to grottos and to groves we run To ease and silence every Muse's son : Blackmore himself , for any grand effort , Would drink and dose at Tooting or Earl's - court . 110 114 119 How shall ...
... Sing thy sonorous verse - but not aloud . Alas ! to grottos and to groves we run To ease and silence every Muse's son : Blackmore himself , for any grand effort , Would drink and dose at Tooting or Earl's - court . 110 114 119 How shall ...
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... sings the fair ; but songs no longer move : No rat is rhym'd to death , nor maid to love : In love's , in nature's ... sing at doors for meat : Those write because all write , and so have still Excuse for writing , and for writing ill ...
... sings the fair ; but songs no longer move : No rat is rhym'd to death , nor maid to love : In love's , in nature's ... sing at doors for meat : Those write because all write , and so have still Excuse for writing , and for writing ill ...
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... sing without the least offence , And all I sung should be the nation's sense Or teach the melancholy Muse to mourn , Hang the sad verse on Carolina's urn , And hail her passage to the realms of rest , All parts perform'd , and all her ...
... sing without the least offence , And all I sung should be the nation's sense Or teach the melancholy Muse to mourn , Hang the sad verse on Carolina's urn , And hail her passage to the realms of rest , All parts perform'd , and all her ...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections ..., Band 2 Alexander Pope Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 1796 |
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abuse ancient bard Bavius Behold Bless'd Charles Gildon charms Cibber court critics Curl dear Dennis divine dull Dulness dunce Dunciad Epistle Eridanus Essay Essay on Criticism ev'n eyes fame fate flame fool genius gentle Gildon glory goddess grace grave hath head hear heart Heav'n hero Homer honour Horace Iliad IMITATIONS James Moore JOHN DENNIS John Ozell Journal king knave laws learned Leonard Welsted Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live lord lov'd Matthew Concanen moral Muse ne'er never numbers o'er octavo once person pleas'd poem poet poet's poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r printed proud queen rage REMARKS rhyme rise round sacred satire shew shine sighs sing Smil soft song soul Swift tears thee thine thing thou thought town truth verse Virgil virtue Whig wings word writ write youth
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Seite 14 - 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. 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, 320 In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes,...
Seite 11 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Seite 107 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Seite 11 - 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...
Seite 118 - I weep my past offence, Now think of thee, and curse my innocence. Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget? How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense. And love th
Seite 90 - A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day.
Seite 6 - Sabbath-day to me: Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me just at Dinner-time.
Seite 123 - As into air the purer spirits flow, 25 And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below; So flew the soul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.
Seite 10 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! 170 The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there?
Seite 116 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.