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Yet why i that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbor Fool ; That
harmless mother thought no wife a whore ; Hear this , and spare his family ,
James Moore ! Unspotted names , and memorable long ! 386 If there be force in
virtue ...
Yet why i that father held it for a rule , It was a sin to call our neighbor Fool ; That
harmless mother thought no wife a whore ; Hear this , and spare his family ,
James Moore ! Unspotted names , and memorable long ! 386 If there be force in
virtue ...
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As some fond virgin , whom her mother ' s care Drags from the Town to
wholesome country air , Just when she learns to roll a melting eye , And hear a
spark , yet think no danger nigh ; From the dear man unwilling she must sever ,
Yet takes ...
As some fond virgin , whom her mother ' s care Drags from the Town to
wholesome country air , Just when she learns to roll a melting eye , And hear a
spark , yet think no danger nigh ; From the dear man unwilling she must sever ,
Yet takes ...
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or government , can escape the sting of envy , methinks , I already hear these
carpers objecting to the clearness of our Hero ' s title . It would never ( say they )
have been esteemed sufficient to make an hero for the Iliad or Æneis , that
Achilles ...
or government , can escape the sting of envy , methinks , I already hear these
carpers objecting to the clearness of our Hero ' s title . It would never ( say they )
have been esteemed sufficient to make an hero for the Iliad or Æneis , that
Achilles ...
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Obscene with filth the miscreant lies bewray ' d , 75 Fall ' n in the plash his
wickedness had laid : Then first ( if poets aught of truth declare ) The caitiff
Vaticide conceiv ' d a pray ' r . Hear , Jove ! whose name my bards and I adore ,
As much at ...
Obscene with filth the miscreant lies bewray ' d , 75 Fall ' n in the plash his
wickedness had laid : Then first ( if poets aught of truth declare ) The caitiff
Vaticide conceiv ' d a pray ' r . Hear , Jove ! whose name my bards and I adore ,
As much at ...
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Hence from the straw where Bedlam ' s prophet nods , He hears loud oracles ,
and talks with gods : Hence the fool ' s paradise , the statesman ' s scheme , The
air - built castle , and the golden dream , 10 The maid ' s romantic wish , the ...
Hence from the straw where Bedlam ' s prophet nods , He hears loud oracles ,
and talks with gods : Hence the fool ' s paradise , the statesman ' s scheme , The
air - built castle , and the golden dream , 10 The maid ' s romantic wish , the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
appear arms Author bear beauty better cause character charms court critics dear death divine dull Dunciad edition EPIGRAM EPISTLE Essay ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fate father fear follow fool gave give grace hand hath head hear heart Heav'n hero Homer honor IMITATIONS keep kind kings land laws learned leave less light live Lord lost manner mean mind Muse Nature never night o'er once person play Poem poet poor Pope praise pride printed proud rage REMARKS rest rise round satire sense shade shine soft soul strong sure tell thee things thou thought Town Translation true truth turns verse virtue whole wife write youth
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Página 134 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Página 127 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Página 134 - 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...
Página 133 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Página 138 - 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, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Página 128 - 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?
Página 38 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Página 127 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Página 131 - 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?
Página 172 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.