The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
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Pagina 22
... fool was never in a fault . This , sir , affects not you , whose every word Is weigh'd with judgment , and befits a lord : Your will is mine ; and is ( I will maintain ) Pleasing to God , and should be so to man ; At least , your ...
... fool was never in a fault . This , sir , affects not you , whose every word Is weigh'd with judgment , and befits a lord : Your will is mine ; and is ( I will maintain ) Pleasing to God , and should be so to man ; At least , your ...
Pagina 45
... fool - gallant procures , Or else she dances with becoming grace , Or shape excuses the defects of face . There swims no goose so gray but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate , Horses ( thou say'st ) and asses men may ...
... fool - gallant procures , Or else she dances with becoming grace , Or shape excuses the defects of face . There swims no goose so gray but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate , Horses ( thou say'st ) and asses men may ...
Pagina 46
... fool ; nor shall you , by Saint John , Have goods and body to yourself alone . One you shall quit , in spite of both your eyes- I heed not , I , the bolts , the locks , the spies . If you had wit , you'd say , ' Go where you will , Dear ...
... fool ; nor shall you , by Saint John , Have goods and body to yourself alone . One you shall quit , in spite of both your eyes- I heed not , I , the bolts , the locks , the spies . If you had wit , you'd say , ' Go where you will , Dear ...
Pagina 52
... fool's cap and long ears at home . ' All this avail'd not , for whoe'er he be That tells my faults , I hate him mortally ! And so do numbers more , I'll boldly say , Men , women , clergy , regular , and lay . My spouse ( who was , you ...
... fool's cap and long ears at home . ' All this avail'd not , for whoe'er he be That tells my faults , I hate him mortally ! And so do numbers more , I'll boldly say , Men , women , clergy , regular , and lay . My spouse ( who was , you ...
Pagina 67
... fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma ! either way I'm sped ; If foes , they write ; if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd and tied down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be silent , and who will not lie . To laugh were want of ...
... fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma ! either way I'm sped ; If foes , they write ; if friends , they read me dead . Seiz'd and tied down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be silent , and who will not lie . To laugh were want of ...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes, Volumul 3 Alexander Pope Vizualizare completă - 1808 |
The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope (Vol. 1&2): Complete Edition Alexander Pope Previzualizare limitată - 2023 |
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Pagina 78 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...
Pagina 76 - 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.
Pagina 178 - 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 restored ; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal darkness buries all.
Pagina 67 - TWIT'NAM, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the Laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Pagina 129 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Pagina 76 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Pagina 70 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Pagina 68 - I'm all submission ; what you'd have it, make it." Three things another's modest wishes bound, My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound. Pitholeon sends to me : " You know his grace : I want a patron ; ask him for a place.
Pagina 72 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Pagina 126 - He stuck to poverty with peace of mind ; And me, the Muses help'd to undergo it ; Convict a papist he, and I a poet. But (thanks to Homer) since I live and thrive, Indebted to no prince or peer alive ; Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,3 If I would scribble rather than repose.