The Works of Alexander Popekesq., with Notes and Illustrations by Himself and Others: To which Were Added, a New Life of the Author, an Estimate of His Poetical Character and Writings, and Occasional Remarks, Volum 6

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C. and J. Rivington, 1824

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Side 177 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right...
Side 82 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Side 41 - A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza, when he should engross?
Side 36 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, 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!
Side 40 - tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? 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 75 - Oh let me live my own, and die so too ! (To live and die is all I have to do:) Maintain a Poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please : Above a Patron, tho...
Side 414 - ... male necne Lepos saltet; sed quod magis ad nos pertinet et nescire malum est agitamus: utrumne divitiis homines an sint virtute beati; quidve ad amicitias, usus rectumne, trahat nos; 75 et quae sit natura boni summumque quid eius.
Side 464 - So bright is thy beauty, so charming thy song, As had drawn both the beasts and their Orpheus along : But such is thy avarice, and such is thy pride, That the beasts must have starved, and the poet have died. THE BALANCE OF EUROPE. Now Europe balanced, neither side prevails ; For nothing's left in either of the scales.
Side 81 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings...
Side 63 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike, Alike...

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