The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeW.P. Nimmo, 1878 - 448 pages |
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... pride ! when the utmost we can hope , is but to be read in one island , and to be thrown aside at the end of one age . All that is left us is to recommend our productions by the imi- tation of the ancients : and it will be found true ...
... pride ! when the utmost we can hope , is but to be read in one island , and to be thrown aside at the end of one age . All that is left us is to recommend our productions by the imi- tation of the ancients : and it will be found true ...
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... pride , the never - failing voice of fools . Whatever nature has in worth denied , She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies , thus in souls , we find What wants in blood and spirits , swelled with wind : Pride ...
... pride , the never - failing voice of fools . Whatever nature has in worth denied , She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies , thus in souls , we find What wants in blood and spirits , swelled with wind : Pride ...
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Alexander Pope. Pride , where wits fails , steps in to our defence , And fills up all the mighty void of sense . If once right reason drives that cloud away , Truth breaks upon us with resistless day . Trust not yourself ; but your ...
Alexander Pope. Pride , where wits fails , steps in to our defence , And fills up all the mighty void of sense . If once right reason drives that cloud away , Truth breaks upon us with resistless day . Trust not yourself ; but your ...
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... pride , or little sense ; Those heads , as stomachs , are not sure the best , Which nauseate all , and nothing can digest . Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move ; For fools admire , but men of sense approve : 390 As things seem ...
... pride , or little sense ; Those heads , as stomachs , are not sure the best , Which nauseate all , and nothing can digest . Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move ; For fools admire , but men of sense approve : 390 As things seem ...
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... Pride , malice , folly , against Dryden rose , In various shapes of parsons , critics , beaux ; 1 But sense survived , when merry jests were past ; 460 For rising merit will buoy up at last . Might he return , and bless once more our ...
... Pride , malice , folly , against Dryden rose , In various shapes of parsons , critics , beaux ; 1 But sense survived , when merry jests were past ; 460 For rising merit will buoy up at last . Might he return , and bless once more our ...
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Page 76 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Page 414 - How loved, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 69 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 18 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Page 15 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
Page 165 - 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. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, thro...
Page 111 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Page 83 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 176 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; 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.
Page 112 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.