The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Book of the Epiftles of Horace , Ep . II . 125 149 205 SATIRES of Dr. JOHN DONNE Dean of St. Paul's , verfified . . < SATIRE III . SATIRE II . SATIRE IV . VOL . IV . 247 255 229 EPILOGUE EPILOGUE to the Satires . DIALOGUE I. DIALOGUE II .
... Book of the Epiftles of Horace , Ep . II . 125 149 205 SATIRES of Dr. JOHN DONNE Dean of St. Paul's , verfified . . < SATIRE III . SATIRE II . SATIRE IV . VOL . IV . 247 255 229 EPILOGUE EPILOGUE to the Satires . DIALOGUE I. DIALOGUE II .
Σελίδα 9
... SATIRE S. P.SHUT HUT , shut the door , good John ! fatigu'd I faid , Tye up the knocker , fay I'm fick , I'm dead , The Dog - star rages ! nay ' tis past a doubt , All Bedlam , or Parnaffus , is let out : Fire in each eye , and papers ...
... SATIRE S. P.SHUT HUT , shut the door , good John ! fatigu'd I faid , Tye up the knocker , fay I'm fick , I'm dead , The Dog - star rages ! nay ' tis past a doubt , All Bedlam , or Parnaffus , is let out : Fire in each eye , and papers ...
Σελίδα 25
... Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate . 190 How did they fume , and stamp , and roar , and chafe ! And fwear , not ADDISON himself was fafe . Peace to all fuch ! but were there One whofe fires True Genius ...
... Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate . 190 How did they fume , and stamp , and roar , and chafe ! And fwear , not ADDISON himself was fafe . Peace to all fuch ! but were there One whofe fires True Genius ...
Σελίδα 25
... Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate . 190 How did they fume , and stamp , and roar , and chafe ! And fwear , not ADDISON himself was fafe . Peace to all fuch ! but were there One whofe fires True Genius ...
... Satire bad tranflate , And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate . 190 How did they fume , and stamp , and roar , and chafe ! And fwear , not ADDISON himself was fafe . Peace to all fuch ! but were there One whofe fires True Genius ...
Σελίδα 27
... your ftrength lies , I hope you " will not fuffer that talent to lie unemployed . " He did not ; and , by that means , brought fatiric Poetry to its perfection . Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , TO THE SATIRE S. 27.
... your ftrength lies , I hope you " will not fuffer that talent to lie unemployed . " He did not ; and , by that means , brought fatiric Poetry to its perfection . Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , TO THE SATIRE S. 27.
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Σελίδα 9 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage!' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Σελίδα 24 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Σελίδα 25 - Fed with soft Dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song. His library, where busts of poets dead...
Σελίδα 275 - 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.
Σελίδα 8 - 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?
Σελίδα 29 - Yet why? that father held it for a rule, It was a sin to call our neighbour fool: That harmless mother thought no wife a whore: Hear this, and spare his family, James Moore! Unspotted names, and memorable long! If there be force in virtue, or in song.
Σελίδα 43 - My head and heart thus flowing thro' my quill, Verse-man or prose-man, term me which you will, Papist or Protestant, or both between, Like good Erasmus in an honest mean, In moderation placing all my glory, While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs a Tory.
Σελίδα 12 - It is" the slaver kills, and not the bite. A fool quite angry is quite innocent : Alas ! 'tis ten times worse when they repent. One dedicates in high heroic prose, And ridicules beyond a hundred foes : One from all Grub-street will my fame defend, And, more abusive, calls himself my friend. This prints my letters, that expects a bribe, And others roar aloud,
Σελίδα 31 - 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 ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Σελίδα 9 - Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much." "Not, sir, if you revise it, and retouch.