The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 3G. Bell, 1891 |
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... Courthope . 2 Chartres . See Moral Essays , iii . 20 . Spence applied this epitaph to Coningsby , writing it : " Here lies Lord Coningsby . Be civil ; " & c . 3 Written in 1709 . TO A LADY WITH " THE TEMPLE OF FAME . 8 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... Courthope . 2 Chartres . See Moral Essays , iii . 20 . Spence applied this epitaph to Coningsby , writing it : " Here lies Lord Coningsby . Be civil ; " & c . 3 Written in 1709 . TO A LADY WITH " THE TEMPLE OF FAME . 8 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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... writer Who the Plain - Dealer damns , and prints the Biter ! " 2 1 Sanger served his apprenticeship with Jacob Ton- son , and succeeded Bernard Lintot in his shop at the Middle Temple Gate , Fleet Street . Lintot printed Ozell's ...
... writer Who the Plain - Dealer damns , and prints the Biter ! " 2 1 Sanger served his apprenticeship with Jacob Ton- son , and succeeded Bernard Lintot in his shop at the Middle Temple Gate , Fleet Street . Lintot printed Ozell's ...
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... writing of good sense . Hear how a ghost in dead of night , With saucer eyes of fire , In woeful wise did sore affright A wit and courtly ' squire . Rare imp of Phoebus , hopeful youth Like puppy tame that uses To fetch and carry , in ...
... writing of good sense . Hear how a ghost in dead of night , With saucer eyes of fire , In woeful wise did sore affright A wit and courtly ' squire . Rare imp of Phoebus , hopeful youth Like puppy tame that uses To fetch and carry , in ...
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... ease ! 1 Lord Lansdowne . - Carruthers . 2 Philip Frowde , a dramatic writer and fine scholar . -Carruthers . 3 Lady Mary Wortley Montagu . 1 2 Soft B1 and rough C - s adieu 44 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . A Farewell to London.
... ease ! 1 Lord Lansdowne . - Carruthers . 2 Philip Frowde , a dramatic writer and fine scholar . -Carruthers . 3 Lady Mary Wortley Montagu . 1 2 Soft B1 and rough C - s adieu 44 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . A Farewell to London.
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... Writers ; and some of them had been such old offenders , that he had quite forgotten their persons , as well as their slanders , till they were pleased to revive them . Now what had Mr. POPE done before to incense them ? He had ...
... Writers ; and some of them had been such old offenders , that he had quite forgotten their persons , as well as their slanders , till they were pleased to revive them . Now what had Mr. POPE done before to incense them ? He had ...
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Page 280 - Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Page 248 - To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence,' As Fancy opens the quick springs of Sense, We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death...
Page 243 - Hibernian shore. 70 And now had Fame's posterior trumpet blown, And all the nations summon'd to the throne : The young, the old, who feel her inward sway, One instinct seizes, and transports away. None need a guide, by sure attraction led, And strong impulsive gravity of head : None want a place, for all their centre found, Hung to the goddess, and cohered around.
Page 242 - But soon, ah soon, rebellion will commence, If music meanly borrows aid from sense : Strong in new arms, lo ! giant Handel stands, Like bold Briareus, with a hundred hands ; To stir, to rouse, to shake the soul he comes, And Jove's own thunders follow Mars's drums, Arrest him, empress ; or you sleep no more...
Page 16 - And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Page 227 - Immortal Rich! how calm he sits at ease 'Mid snows of paper, and fierce hail of pease; And proud his Mistress' orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Page 190 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The King of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Page 255 - We only furnish what he cannot use, Or wed to what he must divorce, a muse: Full in the midst of Euclid dip at once, And petrify a genius to a dunce: Or set on metaphysic ground to prance, Show all his paces, not a step advance.
Page 172 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Page 48 - tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes.