The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... praise- NOTES . 15 20 25 VER . 13. Mint ] A place to which infolvent debtors retired , to enjoy an illegal protection they were there fuf- fered to afford one another , from the perfecution of their creditors . VER . 23. Arthur ...
... praise- NOTES . 15 20 25 VER . 13. Mint ] A place to which infolvent debtors retired , to enjoy an illegal protection they were there fuf- fered to afford one another , from the perfecution of their creditors . VER . 23. Arthur ...
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... bribe ; And others roar aloud , " Subscribe , fubfcribe . " Time , praise , or money , is the least they crave ; Yet each declares the other fool or knave . 120 And when I die , be sure you let me to the SATIRES . LI.
... bribe ; And others roar aloud , " Subscribe , fubfcribe . " Time , praise , or money , is the least they crave ; Yet each declares the other fool or knave . 120 And when I die , be sure you let me to the SATIRES . LI.
Side 12
... praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; After VARIATIONS . 124. in the MS . 135 e ; But , Friend , this shape , which You and Curl admire , Came not from Ammon's fon , but from my Sire b : And for my head , if you'll ...
... praise , And Congreve lov'd , and Swift endur'd my lays ; After VARIATIONS . 124. in the MS . 135 e ; But , Friend , this shape , which You and Curl admire , Came not from Ammon's fon , but from my Sire b : And for my head , if you'll ...
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... praise , affent with civil leer , And without fneering , teach the reft to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Juft hint a fault , and hesitate diflike ; Alike referv'd to blame , or to commend , A tim'rous foe , and a ...
... praise , affent with civil leer , And without fneering , teach the reft to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Juft hint a fault , and hesitate diflike ; Alike referv'd to blame , or to commend , A tim'rous foe , and a ...
Side 18
... praise- Who but muft laugh , if such a man there be ? Who would not weep , if ATTICUS were he ! What tho ' my Name stood rubric on the walls , Or plaister'd pofts , with claps , in capitals ? Or fmoaking forth , a hundred hawkers load ...
... praise- Who but muft laugh , if such a man there be ? Who would not weep , if ATTICUS were he ! What tho ' my Name stood rubric on the walls , Or plaister'd pofts , with claps , in capitals ? Or fmoaking forth , a hundred hawkers load ...
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Side 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Side 17 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Side 51 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Side 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Side 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Side 234 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Side 6 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Side 30 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Side 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Side 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.