The Works of Alexander Pope Esq, Volume 4J. and P. KNAPTON in Ludgate-street, 1751 - 341 pagina's |
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... last hand to this Epiftle . If it have any thing pleafing , it will be that by which I am most defirous to please , the Truth and the Sen- timent ; and if any thing offenfive , it will be only to ( 4 ) those I am leaft forry to offend ...
... last hand to this Epiftle . If it have any thing pleafing , it will be that by which I am most defirous to please , the Truth and the Sen- timent ; and if any thing offenfive , it will be only to ( 4 ) those I am leaft forry to offend ...
Pagina 7
... last , but in unwilling ears , 39 This faving counsel , " Keep your piece nine years . ' Nine years ! cries he , who high in Drury - lane , Lull'd by foft Zephyrs thro ' the broken pane , Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints before Term ...
... last , but in unwilling ears , 39 This faving counsel , " Keep your piece nine years . ' Nine years ! cries he , who high in Drury - lane , Lull'd by foft Zephyrs thro ' the broken pane , Rhymes ere he wakes , and prints before Term ...
Pagina 27
... last ! A. But why infult the poor , affront the great ? 360 P. A knave's a knave , to me , in ev'ry ftate : Alike my scorn , if he fucceed or fail , Sporus at court , or Japhet in a jail , A hireling fcribler , or a hireling peer ...
... last ! A. But why infult the poor , affront the great ? 360 P. A knave's a knave , to me , in ev'ry ftate : Alike my scorn , if he fucceed or fail , Sporus at court , or Japhet in a jail , A hireling fcribler , or a hireling peer ...
Pagina 79
... last ! Why will you break the Sabbath of my days ? Now fick alike of Envy and of Praise . Public too long , ah let me hide my Age ! See Modeft Cibber now has left the Stage : Our Gen'rals now , retir'd to their Eftates , Hang their old ...
... last ! Why will you break the Sabbath of my days ? Now fick alike of Envy and of Praise . Public too long , ah let me hide my Age ! See Modeft Cibber now has left the Stage : Our Gen'rals now , retir'd to their Eftates , Hang their old ...
Pagina 119
... last . 8 Sure fate of all , beneath whofe rifing ray Each ftar of meaner merit fades away ! Opprefs'd we feel the beam directly beat , Thofe Suns of Glory please not till they fet . To thee , the World its present homage pays , The ...
... last . 8 Sure fate of all , beneath whofe rifing ray Each ftar of meaner merit fades away ! Opprefs'd we feel the beam directly beat , Thofe Suns of Glory please not till they fet . To thee , the World its present homage pays , The ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 21 - Oh let me live my own, and die so too! (To live and die is all I have to do:) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please: Above a patron, though I condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Pagina 47 - Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage ; Hard words or hanging, if your judge be Page ; From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate, Px'd by her love, or libell'd by her hate.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 10 - The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus ! round thee break, 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro...
Pagina 21 - Heavens! was I born for nothing but to write? Has life no joys for me? or (to be grave) Have I no friend to serve, no soul to save? "I found him close with Swift — Indeed? no doubt (Cries prating Balbus) something will come out.