The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... SATIRE II . 117 SATIRE IV . EPILOGUE to the Satires , DIALOGUE I. DIALOGUE II . 193 3 203 231 245 On receiving from the Right Honourable the Lady FRANCES SHIRLEY , a ftandish and two pens , 263 T で ERRATA , AGE 5. 1.5 . for Satire ...
... SATIRE II . 117 SATIRE IV . EPILOGUE to the Satires , DIALOGUE I. DIALOGUE II . 193 3 203 231 245 On receiving from the Right Honourable the Lady FRANCES SHIRLEY , a ftandish and two pens , 263 T で ERRATA , AGE 5. 1.5 . for Satire ...
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Alexander Pope. T で ERRATA , AGE 5. 1.5 . for Satire r . Satires . PA 3 J 16. Note on Verse 184. 1. 3. for emprunt r , em- pruntent . 29. Note on Verfe 381. l . 10. for Imitation r . Imitator , 62. Note on Verfe 43. 1. 2. for dixerit r ...
Alexander Pope. T で ERRATA , AGE 5. 1.5 . for Satire r . Satires . PA 3 J 16. Note on Verse 184. 1. 3. for emprunt r , em- pruntent . 29. Note on Verfe 381. l . 10. for Imitation r . Imitator , 62. Note on Verfe 43. 1. 2. for dixerit r ...
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... Satire . P. HUT , fhut the door , good John ! fatigu'd SHU Traid , Tye up the knocker , fay I'm fick , I'm dead . The Dog - ftar rages ! nay ' tis past a doubt , All Bedlam , or Parnaffus , is let out : Fire in each eye , and papers in ...
... Satire . P. HUT , fhut the door , good John ! fatigu'd SHU Traid , Tye up the knocker , fay I'm fick , I'm dead . The Dog - ftar rages ! nay ' tis past a doubt , All Bedlam , or Parnaffus , is let out : Fire in each eye , and papers in ...
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... 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 . NOTES . VER . 180 - a Perfian tale . ] Amb . Philips tranflated a ...
... 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 . NOTES . VER . 180 - a Perfian tale . ] Amb . Philips tranflated a ...
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... Satire or fenfe , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? 306 P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that ftinks and ftings ; 310 Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys ...
... Satire or fenfe , alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? 306 P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings , This painted child of dirt , that ftinks and ftings ; 310 Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys ...
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Σελίδα 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.