The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volume 31863 |
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... rhyme and print . F. Alas , young man , your days can ne'er be long : In flower of age you perish for a song ! Plums and directors , Shylock and his wife , Will club their testers now to take your life . P. What ? arm'd for virtue when ...
... rhyme and print . F. Alas , young man , your days can ne'er be long : In flower of age you perish for a song ! Plums and directors , Shylock and his wife , Will club their testers now to take your life . P. What ? arm'd for virtue when ...
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... rhymes . Consult the statute ; quart . I think it is , Edwardi sext . or prim . et quint . Eliz . See libels , satires - here you have it — read . P. Libels and satires ! lawless things indeed ! But grave epistles , bringing vice to ...
... rhymes . Consult the statute ; quart . I think it is , Edwardi sext . or prim . et quint . Eliz . See libels , satires - here you have it — read . P. Libels and satires ! lawless things indeed ! But grave epistles , bringing vice to ...
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... rhyme : Ill health some just indulgence may engage , And more the sickness of long life , old age : For fainting age what cordial drop remains , If our intemperate youth the vessel drains ? Our fathers prais'd rank venison . You suppose ...
... rhyme : Ill health some just indulgence may engage , And more the sickness of long life , old age : For fainting age what cordial drop remains , If our intemperate youth the vessel drains ? Our fathers prais'd rank venison . You suppose ...
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... rhymes and rattles of the man or boy ; What right , what true , what fit , we justly call , Let this be all my care - for this is all ; To lay this harvest up , and hoard with haste What every day will want , and most the last . But ask ...
... rhymes and rattles of the man or boy ; What right , what true , what fit , we justly call , Let this be all my care - for this is all ; To lay this harvest up , and hoard with haste What every day will want , and most the last . But ask ...
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... rhymes which , fresh and fresh applied , Will cure the arrantest puppy of his pride . Be furious , envious , slothful , mad , or drunk , Slave to a wife , or vassal to a punk , 1 See Memoir prefixed to these volumes , p . cxii A Switz ...
... rhymes which , fresh and fresh applied , Will cure the arrantest puppy of his pride . Be furious , envious , slothful , mad , or drunk , Slave to a wife , or vassal to a punk , 1 See Memoir prefixed to these volumes , p . cxii A Switz ...
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Page 8 - 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, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 8 - 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.
Page 352 - 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 restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Page 352 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Page 135 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Page 129 - Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Blest peer ! his great forefathers...
Page 72 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that Ion*; have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spake ; Or bid the new be English ages hence (For use will father what's begot by sense); Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue...