The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... round the land . 5 What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , thro ' my Grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge , They stop the chariot , and they board the barge . 10 No place is ...
... round the land . 5 What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , thro ' my Grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge , They stop the chariot , and they board the barge . 10 No place is ...
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... round his darken'd walls ? All fly to TWIT'NAM , and in humble ftrain Apply to me , to keep them mad or vain . Arthur , whofe giddy fon neglects the Laws , Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus fees his frantic wife ...
... round his darken'd walls ? All fly to TWIT'NAM , and in humble ftrain Apply to me , to keep them mad or vain . Arthur , whofe giddy fon neglects the Laws , Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus fees his frantic wife ...
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... round thee break , 85 Thou unconcern'd canft hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall'ry in convulfions hurl❜d , Thou ftand'ft unshook amidst a bursting world . Who shames a Scribler ? break one cobweb thro ' , He fpins the flight ...
... round thee break , 85 Thou unconcern'd canft hear the mighty crack : Pit , box , and gall'ry in convulfions hurl❜d , Thou ftand'ft unshook amidst a bursting world . Who shames a Scribler ? break one cobweb thro ' , He fpins the flight ...
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... round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely bad , It is not Poetry , but profe run mad : All these , my modeft Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate . 190 How did they fume , and stamp , and ...
... round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely bad , It is not Poetry , but profe run mad : All these , my modeft Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate . 190 How did they fume , and stamp , and ...
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... round his falling Horse ? k F. Then all your Mufe's fofter art display , Let CAROLINA smooth the tuneful lay , Lull with AMELIA's liquid name the Nine , And fweetly flow thro ' all the Royal Line . P. Alas ! few verfes touch their nicer ...
... round his falling Horse ? k F. Then all your Mufe's fofter art display , Let CAROLINA smooth the tuneful lay , Lull with AMELIA's liquid name the Nine , And fweetly flow thro ' all the Royal Line . P. Alas ! few verfes touch their nicer ...
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Page 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.