The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. From the text of dr. Warburton. With the life of the author [by T. Cibber].1807 |
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Σελίδα 9
Alexander Pope. And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago . Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink , my parents ' or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lisp'd ...
Alexander Pope. And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago . Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink , my parents ' or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to fame , I lisp'd ...
Σελίδα 26
... Homer's rule , the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest . ) " Pray Heav'n it last ! ( cries Swift ) as you go on ; I wish to God this house had been your own ! Pity ! to build without a son or wife : Why you'll enjoy it ...
... Homer's rule , the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest . ) " Pray Heav'n it last ! ( cries Swift ) as you go on ; I wish to God this house had been your own ! Pity ! to build without a son or wife : Why you'll enjoy it ...
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... Homer's mice , Or gods to save them in a trice ! 195 200 205 210 215 ( It was by Providence they think , For your damn'd stucco has no chink ) An't please your honour , ' quoth the peasant , This same desert is not so pleasant : Give me ...
... Homer's mice , Or gods to save them in a trice ! 195 200 205 210 215 ( It was by Providence they think , For your damn'd stucco has no chink ) An't please your honour , ' quoth the peasant , This same desert is not so pleasant : Give me ...
Σελίδα 34
... Homer's mice , Or gods to save them in a trice ! ( It was by Providence they th For your damn'd stucco has An't please your honou This same desert is Give me again my A crust of bread link ) the peasant sant : 195 200 205 210 Our s Han ...
... Homer's mice , Or gods to save them in a trice ! ( It was by Providence they th For your damn'd stucco has An't please your honou This same desert is Give me again my A crust of bread link ) the peasant sant : 195 200 205 210 Our s Han ...
Σελίδα 56
... Homer ) since I live and thrive , Indebted to no prince or peer alive , Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes , 70 If I would scribble rather than repose . Years following years steal something every day ; At last they steal us ...
... Homer ) since I live and thrive , Indebted to no prince or peer alive , Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes , 70 If I would scribble rather than repose . Years following years steal something every day ; At last they steal us ...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections ..., Τόμος 2 Alexander Pope Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 1796 |
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Σελίδα 14 - 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. 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, 320 In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes,...
Σελίδα 11 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Σελίδα 107 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Σελίδα 11 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Σελίδα 118 - I weep my past offence, Now think of thee, and curse my innocence. Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget? How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense. And love th
Σελίδα 90 - A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day.
Σελίδα 6 - Sabbath-day to me: Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me just at Dinner-time.
Σελίδα 123 - As into air the purer spirits flow, 25 And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below; So flew the soul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.
Σελίδα 10 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! 170 The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there?
Σελίδα 116 - With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.