The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volume 31863 |
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... Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? " I found him close with Swift " " Indeed ? no doubt ( Cries prating Balbus ) something will come ...
... Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? " I found him close with Swift " " Indeed ? no doubt ( Cries prating Balbus ) something will come ...
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... Heaven , to bless those days , preserve my friend ! Preserve him social , cheerful , and serene , And just as rich as when he serv'd a queen . A. Whether that blessing be denied or given , Thus far was right ; -the rest belongs to heaven ...
... Heaven , to bless those days , preserve my friend ! Preserve him social , cheerful , and serene , And just as rich as when he serv'd a queen . A. Whether that blessing be denied or given , Thus far was right ; -the rest belongs to heaven ...
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... , none departs too late ? ( For I , who hold sage Homer's rule the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest . ) " Pray heaven it last ! ( cries Swift ) as you go on ; I wish to God this house had been your own OF POPE . 31.
... , none departs too late ? ( For I , who hold sage Homer's rule the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest . ) " Pray heaven it last ! ( cries Swift ) as you go on ; I wish to God this house had been your own OF POPE . 31.
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... heaven - except ( what's mighty odd ) A fit of vapours clouds this demigod . THE SIXTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE . TO MR . MURRAY.1 ' NOT to admire , is all the art I know , To make men happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain ...
... heaven - except ( what's mighty odd ) A fit of vapours clouds this demigod . THE SIXTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE . TO MR . MURRAY.1 ' NOT to admire , is all the art I know , To make men happy , and to keep them so . ' ( Plain ...
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... Heaven's own oracles from altars heard . Wonder of kings ! like whom to mortal eyes None e'er has risen , and none e'er shall rise . Just in one instance , be it yet confest Your people , sir , are partial in the rest ; Foes to all ...
... Heaven's own oracles from altars heard . Wonder of kings ! like whom to mortal eyes None e'er has risen , and none e'er shall rise . Just in one instance , be it yet confest Your people , sir , are partial in the rest ; Foes to all ...
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Page 8 - 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, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 8 - 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.
Page 352 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly ! 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 restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Page 352 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Page 135 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Page 129 - Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Blest peer ! his great forefathers...
Page 72 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that Ion*; have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spake ; Or bid the new be English ages hence (For use will father what's begot by sense); Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue...