The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. From the text of dr. Warburton. With the life of the author [by T. Cibber].1807 |
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... Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry , and Pope . Friend to my life ! ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle song , ) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must ...
... Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry , and Pope . Friend to my life ! ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle song , ) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must ...
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... Poor guiltless I ! and can I chuse but smile , When every coxcomb knows me by my style ? Curst be the verse , how well soe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give virtue scandal , innocence a fear , Or from the soft ...
... Poor guiltless I ! and can I chuse but smile , When every coxcomb knows me by my style ? Curst be the verse , how well soe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give virtue scandal , innocence a fear , Or from the soft ...
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... poor , affront the great ? 360 P. A knave's a knave to me in every state ; Alike my scorn if he succeed or fail , Sporus at court , or Japhet in a jail ; A hireling scribbler , or a hireling peer , Knight of the post corrupt , or of the ...
... poor , affront the great ? 360 P. A knave's a knave to me in every state ; Alike my scorn if he succeed or fail , Sporus at court , or Japhet in a jail ; A hireling scribbler , or a hireling peer , Knight of the post corrupt , or of the ...
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... poor ; Cheap eggs , and herbs , and olives , still we see : Thus much is left of old simplicity ! The robin redbreast till of late had rest , And children sacred held a martin's nest , 30 35 Till baccaficos sold so devilish dear To one ...
... poor ; Cheap eggs , and herbs , and olives , still we see : Thus much is left of old simplicity ! The robin redbreast till of late had rest , And children sacred held a martin's nest , 30 35 Till baccaficos sold so devilish dear To one ...
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... poor ? Shall half the new - built churches round thee fall ? Make quays , build bridges , or repair Whitehall ; 120 Or to thy country let that heap be lent , As M ** o's was , but not at five per cent . 125 “ Who thinks that fortune ...
... poor ? Shall half the new - built churches round thee fall ? Make quays , build bridges , or repair Whitehall ; 120 Or to thy country let that heap be lent , As M ** o's was , but not at five per cent . 125 “ Who thinks that fortune ...
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abuse ancient bard Bavius Behold Bless'd Charles Gildon charms Cibber court critics Curl dear Dennis divine dull Dulness dunce Dunciad Epistle Eridanus Essay Essay on Criticism ev'n eyes fame fate flame fool genius gentle Gildon glory goddess grace grave hath head hear heart Heav'n hero Homer honour Horace Iliad IMITATIONS James Moore JOHN DENNIS John Ozell Journal king knave laws learned Leonard Welsted Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live lord lov'd Matthew Concanen moral Muse ne'er never numbers o'er octavo once person pleas'd poem poet poet's poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r printed proud queen rage REMARKS rhyme rise round sacred satire shew shine sighs sing Smil soft song soul Swift tears thee thine thing thou thought town truth verse Virgil virtue Whig wings word writ write youth
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Side 14 - 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. 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, 320 In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes,...
Side 11 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Side 107 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Side 11 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Side 118 - I weep my past offence, Now think of thee, and curse my innocence. Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget? How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense. And love th
Side 90 - A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day.
Side 6 - Sabbath-day to me: Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me just at Dinner-time.
Side 123 - As into air the purer spirits flow, 25 And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below; So flew the soul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.
Side 10 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! 170 The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there?
Side 116 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.