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... plain , There must be , somewhere , such a rank as man ; And all the question ( wrangle e'er so long ) Is only this ... plains ; When the dull ox , why now he breaks the clod , Is now a victim , and now Egypt's god ; Then shall man's ...
... plain , There must be , somewhere , such a rank as man ; And all the question ( wrangle e'er so long ) Is only this ... plains ; When the dull ox , why now he breaks the clod , Is now a victim , and now Egypt's god ; Then shall man's ...
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... No powers of body or of soul to share , But what his nature and his state can bear . Why has not man a microscopic eye ? For this plain reason , man is not a fly . Say what the use were finer optics giv❜n , To 6 Epist . I. ESSAY ON MAN .
... No powers of body or of soul to share , But what his nature and his state can bear . Why has not man a microscopic eye ? For this plain reason , man is not a fly . Say what the use were finer optics giv❜n , To 6 Epist . I. ESSAY ON MAN .
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... into the notion fall That vice or virtue there is none at all . If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain Epist . II . 15 ESSAY ON MAN .
... into the notion fall That vice or virtue there is none at all . If white and black blend , soften , and unite A thousand ways , is there no black or white ? Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain Epist . II . 15 ESSAY ON MAN .
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Alexander Pope. Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ; ' Tis to mistake them costs the time and pain . 5. 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 ...
Alexander Pope. Ask your own heart , and nothing is so plain ; ' Tis to mistake them costs the time and pain . 5. 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 ...
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... plain ? --- The birds of Heav'n shall vindicate their grain . Thine the full harvest of the golden year ? - Part pays , and justly , the deserving steer . The hog , that ploughs not , nor obeys thy call , Lives on the labours of this ...
... plain ? --- The birds of Heav'n shall vindicate their grain . Thine the full harvest of the golden year ? - Part pays , and justly , the deserving steer . The hog , that ploughs not , nor obeys thy call , Lives on the labours of this ...
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Strona 156 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Strona 43 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home; Here thou, great ANNA ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea. Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, To taste awhile the pleasures of a court. In various talk th...
Strona 217 - 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 ? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came...
Strona 82 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest, who have learned to dance : 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Strona 81 - And value books, as women men, for dress : Their praise is still — the style is excellent ; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves ; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Strona 32 - What Conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do; This teach me more than Hell to shun, That more than Heav'n pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives; T
Strona 79 - A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ ; Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The generous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Strona 374 - She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Strona 2 - Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.
Strona xxxv - In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.