The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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Page 11
... ridicules beyond a hundred foes : One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend , And more abufive , calls himself my friend . This prints my Letters , that expects a bribe , And others roar aloud , " Subscribe , fubfcribe . " There are ...
... ridicules beyond a hundred foes : One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend , And more abufive , calls himself my friend . This prints my Letters , that expects a bribe , And others roar aloud , " Subscribe , fubfcribe . " There are ...
Page 23
... that Mr. P. meant him in those circumstances ridiculed in the Epiftle on Tafte . See Mr. Pope's Letter to the Earl of Burlington concerning this matter . Who reads , but with a luft to mifapply , * C 4 to the SATIRES . 23.
... that Mr. P. meant him in those circumstances ridiculed in the Epiftle on Tafte . See Mr. Pope's Letter to the Earl of Burlington concerning this matter . Who reads , but with a luft to mifapply , * C 4 to the SATIRES . 23.
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... ridicule . If it be asked then , why he took any body at all to imitate , he has informed us in his Advertisement . To which we may add , that this fort of Imitations , which are of the nature of Parodies , add reflected grace and ...
... ridicule . If it be asked then , why he took any body at all to imitate , he has informed us in his Advertisement . To which we may add , that this fort of Imitations , which are of the nature of Parodies , add reflected grace and ...
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... ་ ་་་ ་་་ ་ ་་་ ; F. Hayman inv . et del , C.Grignion faulp Safe from the Bar , the Pulpit and the Throne , Yet touchd and shamd by Ridicule alone . Epito Satires , Parta . P. SATIRE I. To Mr. FORTESCUE . THE HERE are.
... ་ ་་་ ་་་ ་ ་་་ ; F. Hayman inv . et del , C.Grignion faulp Safe from the Bar , the Pulpit and the Throne , Yet touchd and shamd by Ridicule alone . Epito Satires , Parta . P. SATIRE I. To Mr. FORTESCUE . THE HERE are.
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... ridicule all Tafte , blafpheme Quadrille , Abuse the City's beft good men in metre , And laugh at Peers that put their truft in Peter . " Ev'n those you touch not , hate you . P. What should ail them ? F. A hundred fmart in Timon and in ...
... ridicule all Tafte , blafpheme Quadrille , Abuse the City's beft good men in metre , And laugh at Peers that put their truft in Peter . " Ev'n those you touch not , hate you . P. What should ail them ? F. A hundred fmart in Timon and in ...
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aetas againſt atque becauſe beſt Biſhop cafe cauſe Court Deûm Dunciad eaſe Epiftle ev'n ev'ry expreffion faid fame fatire feem fenfe fhall fhew fhould fibi fince fing firft firſt fome fool fpirit ftill ftrange fuch fuit fure grace himſelf honeft honour Horace Houſe imitation juft King Knave laft laſt Laws leaſt lefs Lord lov'd ludicra Minifters moſt Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er neque never nihil NOTES numbers nunc o'er Original Paffion perfon Pindar pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poet Poet's poft Pow'r praiſe profe Pythagorea quae quam Quid quod racter reaſon reft rhyme rifu Satire ſay ſcarce Shakeſpear ſhall ſpeak ſtate ſtill ſuch tamen thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro tibi uſe verfe verſe Virtue Whig whofe whoſe wife worfe worſe writ write
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Page 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Page 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Page 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.
Page 6 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.