The works of Alexander Pope. With a selection of explanatory notes, and the account of his life by dr. Johnson, Volum 31812 |
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Side 14
... thou find , 35 Why form'd so weak , so little , and so blind ? First , if thou canʼst , the harder reason guess , Why form'd no weaker , blinder , and no less ? Ask of thy mother earth , why oaks are made Taller or stronger than the ...
... thou find , 35 Why form'd so weak , so little , and so blind ? First , if thou canʼst , the harder reason guess , Why form'd no weaker , blinder , and no less ? Ask of thy mother earth , why oaks are made Taller or stronger than the ...
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... thou ! and , in thy scale of sense , Weigh thy opinion against Providence ; Call imperfection what thou fancy'st such , Say , Here he gives too little , there too much : Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust , Yet cry , If man's ...
... thou ! and , in thy scale of sense , Weigh thy opinion against Providence ; Call imperfection what thou fancy'st such , Say , Here he gives too little , there too much : Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust , Yet cry , If man's ...
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... And little less than angels , & c . ] Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels , and hast crown'd him with glory and bonour . Psalm viii . 9 . No pow'rs of body or of soul to share , 20 EP . I. ESSAY ON MAN .
... And little less than angels , & c . ] Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels , and hast crown'd him with glory and bonour . Psalm viii . 9 . No pow'rs of body or of soul to share , 20 EP . I. ESSAY ON MAN .
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... thou canst bear : Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r , Or in the natal , or the mortal hour . All nature is but art , unknown to thee ; 275 280 285 All chance , direction , which thou canst not see ; 290 All discord , harmony not ...
... thou canst bear : Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r , Or in the natal , or the mortal hour . All nature is but art , unknown to thee ; 275 280 285 All chance , direction , which thou canst not see ; 290 All discord , harmony not ...
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... thou fool ! work'd solely for thy good , Thy joy , thy pastime , thy attire , thy food ? 25 Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn , For him as kindly spread the flow'ry lawn : 30 Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings ? Joy tunes ...
... thou fool ! work'd solely for thy good , Thy joy , thy pastime , thy attire , thy food ? 25 Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn , For him as kindly spread the flow'ry lawn : 30 Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings ? Joy tunes ...
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Balaam Bishop Bishop of Marseilles blessing blest bliss Cæsar charms Chartres court death divine Duke Dunciad e'er Earl ears ease EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry eyes fame fate folly fool former editions give glory gold grace grave happiness hate heart Heav'n honest honour Horace int'rest king knave lady laugh learn'd learned less than angels live Lord Lord Bathurst Lord Bolingbroke Lord Chamberlain Lord Hervey lov'd mankind mighty mind moral muse nature nature's ne'er never numbers o'er parterre passion pleas'd pleasure poet poor Pope pow'r praise pride proud Queen reason rhyme rich rise rules Sappho satire SATIRE IV scarce Self-love sense slave soul Stephen Duck taste tell thee things thou thousand thro truth Twas verse vice virtue wealth whate'er Whig whole whore wife wise wretched write
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Side 13 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die...
Side 18 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Side 18 - Pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels fell, Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel: And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
Side 16 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Side 17 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees GOD in clouds, or hears Him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way...
Side 244 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Side 131 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ?
Side 24 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Side 164 - twas when he knew no better. Dare you refuse him? Curll invites to dine, He'll write a. Journal, or he'll turn divine.' Bless me ! a packet - ' 'Tis a stranger sues, A Virgin Tragedy, an Orphan Muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage!' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Side 67 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.