Selected Poems of Alexander PopeCrofts, 1926 - 271 страница |
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... pains we guard , but lose with ease , Sure some to vex , but never all to please ; ' Tis what the vicious fear , the virtuous shun , By fools ' tis hated , and by knaves undone ! If Wit so much from Ign'rance undergo , Ah let not ...
... pains we guard , but lose with ease , Sure some to vex , but never all to please ; ' Tis what the vicious fear , the virtuous shun , By fools ' tis hated , and by knaves undone ! If Wit so much from Ign'rance undergo , Ah let not ...
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... Pain at her side , and Megrim at her head . Two handmaids wait the throne : alike in place , But diff'ring far in figure and in face . Here stood Ill - nature like an ancient maid , Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd ; 5 IO 15 ...
... Pain at her side , and Megrim at her head . Two handmaids wait the throne : alike in place , But diff'ring far in figure and in face . Here stood Ill - nature like an ancient maid , Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd ; 5 IO 15 ...
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... pains , Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains : - That men may say , when we the front - box grace , ' Behold the first in virtue as in face ! ' Oh ! if to dance all night , and dress all day , Charm'd the small - pox , or chas'd ...
... pains , Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains : - That men may say , when we the front - box grace , ' Behold the first in virtue as in face ! ' Oh ! if to dance all night , and dress all day , Charm'd the small - pox , or chas'd ...
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... pain . But see how oft ambitious aims are cross'd , And chiefs contend till all the prize is lost ! The Lock , obtain'd with guilt , and kept with pain , In ev'ry place is sought , but sought in vain : With such a prize no mortal must ...
... pain . But see how oft ambitious aims are cross'd , And chiefs contend till all the prize is lost ! The Lock , obtain'd with guilt , and kept with pain , In ev'ry place is sought , but sought in vain : With such a prize no mortal must ...
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... still dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; 52 ALEXANDER POPE ELOÏSA TO ABELARD PAGE ix xxvii I 2 24.
... still dictates , and her hand obeys . Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs , and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks ! which holy knees have worn ; 52 ALEXANDER POPE ELOÏSA TO ABELARD PAGE ix xxvii I 2 24.
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Alexander Pope Balaam beauty blessing blest charms Colley Cibber Court Courthope Critics Dæmons death divine Dryden Dunciad e'er Earl of Burlington ease eighteenth century Epistle Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flow'rs Folly fool gen'ral gen'rous genius give glory Gnome grace happy heart Heav'n honour Horace King knave laws learn'd live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Fanny Lord Hervey mankind mind Moral Essays Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once painted Passion pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud Queen rage Reason rhyme rich rise rules Sappho Satire Scriblerus Club Self-love sense shine soul spirit Sylphs taste tears Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tremble Truth verse Vice Virtue Walpole Warburton Whig whole Wife wise write
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Страница 159 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis. Amphibious thing! that acting either part, The trifling head or the corrupted heart, Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board, Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord.
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Страница 108 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T