The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volume 31863 |
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... play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . ' Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords : To Hounslow Heath I point , and Bansted Down , Thence comes your mutton , and these chicks ...
... play ) That touch my bell , I cannot turn away . ' Tis true , no turbots dignify my boards , But gudgeons , flounders , what my Thames affords : To Hounslow Heath I point , and Bansted Down , Thence comes your mutton , and these chicks ...
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... play , Takes the whole house upon the poet's day . Now , in such exigencies not to need , Upon my word you must be rich indeed : A noble superfluity it craves , Not for yourself , but for your fools and knaves ; Something which for your ...
... play , Takes the whole house upon the poet's day . Now , in such exigencies not to need , Upon my word you must be rich indeed : A noble superfluity it craves , Not for yourself , but for your fools and knaves ; Something which for your ...
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... play , Now calls in princes , and now turns away . Now whig , now tory , what we lov'd we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now for church and state ; Now for prerogatives , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy , from a noble cause . 4 A ...
... play , Now calls in princes , and now turns away . Now whig , now tory , what we lov'd we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now for church and state ; Now for prerogatives , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy , from a noble cause . 4 A ...
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... plays ; To theatres and to rehearsals throng , And all our grace at table is a song . I , who so oft renounce the Muses , lie : Not ** ' s self e'er tells more fibs than I. When sick of Muse , our follies we deplore , And promise our ...
... plays ; To theatres and to rehearsals throng , And all our grace at table is a song . I , who so oft renounce the Muses , lie : Not ** ' s self e'er tells more fibs than I. When sick of Muse , our follies we deplore , And promise our ...
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... borne too high . Who pants for glory finds but short repose ; A breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrows . 6 Sir John Vanbrugh . Penkethman , the comedian . 7 Mrs. Behn . Farewell the stage ! if just as thrives the play OF POPE . 67.
... borne too high . Who pants for glory finds but short repose ; A breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrows . 6 Sir John Vanbrugh . Penkethman , the comedian . 7 Mrs. Behn . Farewell the stage ! if just as thrives the play OF POPE . 67.
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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...