The works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In four volumes complete. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. Carefully collated and compared with former editions: together with notes from the various critics and commentators (Google eBook)

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Page 28 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 272 - I hate and detest that animal called man, although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.
Page 22 - ... not very common to young men, that the attractions of the world have not dazzled me very much ; and I...
Page 313 - I will further tell you, that all my endeavours, from a boy, to distinguish myself, were only for want of a great title and fortune, that I might be used like a Lord by those who have an opinion of my parts whether right or wrong, it is no great matter, and so the reputation of wit or great learning does the office of a blue ribbon, or of a coach and six horses.
Page 115 - The bottom is paved with simple pebble, as is also the adjoining walk up the wilderness to the temple, in the natural taste, agreeing not ill with the little dripping murmur, and the aquatic idea of the whole place.
Page 99 - ... as a kind of hint of the order of time in which they are to be taken.
Page 373 - All my acquaintance tell me, they know not above three families where they can occafionally dine in a whole year : Dr. Delany is the only gentleman I know, who keeps one certain day in the week to entertain...
Page 382 - ... I've been long ago, of my Wit ; my fyftem is a fhort one, and my circle narrow. Imagination has no limits, and that is...
Page 251 - Curll, when I was in credit; but the rogue would never allow me a fair stroke at them, although my penknife was ready drawn and sharp.
Page 175 - DEAR MR. GAY, Welcome to your native soil, welcome to your friends, thrice welcome to me, whether returned in glory, blest with court interest, the love and familiarity of the great, and filled with agreeable hopes ; or melancholy with dejection, contemplative of the changes of fortune, and doubtful for the future. Whether returned a triumphant Whig or a...

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