English Poems: The Restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift . From On Poetry . ALEXANDER POPE Ode on Solitude From Pastorals Spring • From Windsor Forest 2222 71 72 74 77 78 79 81 From An Essay on Criticism 83 The Rape of the Lock 89 From Translations from Homer ...
... Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift . From On Poetry . ALEXANDER POPE Ode on Solitude From Pastorals Spring • From Windsor Forest 2222 71 72 74 77 78 79 81 From An Essay on Criticism 83 The Rape of the Lock 89 From Translations from Homer ...
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... verse can do he has performed in this , Which he presumes the most correct of his : But , spite of all his pride , a secret shame Invades his breast at Shakespeare's sacred name ; Awed when he hears his god - like Romans rage , He , in ...
... verse can do he has performed in this , Which he presumes the most correct of his : But , spite of all his pride , a secret shame Invades his breast at Shakespeare's sacred name ; Awed when he hears his god - like Romans rage , He , in ...
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... verse is all his trade . Let him be gallows - free by my consent , And nothing suffer since he nothing meant : Hanging supposes human soul and reason ; This animal's below committing treason . Shall he be hanged who never could rebel ...
... verse is all his trade . Let him be gallows - free by my consent , And nothing suffer since he nothing meant : Hanging supposes human soul and reason ; This animal's below committing treason . Shall he be hanged who never could rebel ...
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... verse to meet thy foes , Thou whom the penny pamphlet foiled in prose ? 45 50 55 60 Doeg , whom God for mankind's mirth has made , O'ertops thy talent in thy very trade ; Doeg to thee , thy paintings are so coarse , A poet is , though ...
... verse to meet thy foes , Thou whom the penny pamphlet foiled in prose ? 45 50 55 60 Doeg , whom God for mankind's mirth has made , O'ertops thy talent in thy very trade ; Doeg to thee , thy paintings are so coarse , A poet is , though ...
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... verse was owned , without dispute , Through all the realms of Nonsense , absolute . This aged prince , now flourishing in peace , And blest with issue of a large increase , Worn out with business , did at length debate To settle the ...
... verse was owned , without dispute , Through all the realms of Nonsense , absolute . This aged prince , now flourishing in peace , And blest with issue of a large increase , Worn out with business , did at length debate To settle the ...
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