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... Fame : But Man , vain Man , in folly only wife , Rejects the Manna fent him from the Skies : With raptures hears corrupted Paffion's call , Still proudly prone to mingle with the ftall . As each deceitful fhadow tempts his view , He for ...
... Fame : But Man , vain Man , in folly only wife , Rejects the Manna fent him from the Skies : With raptures hears corrupted Paffion's call , Still proudly prone to mingle with the ftall . As each deceitful fhadow tempts his view , He for ...
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... Fame the captiv'd Heart is fold : Hence , blind to truth , relentless Cato dy'd ; Nought could fubdue his Virtue , but his Pride . Hence chafte Lucretia's Innocence betray'd Fell by that Honour which was meant its aid . Thus Virtue ...
... Fame the captiv'd Heart is fold : Hence , blind to truth , relentless Cato dy'd ; Nought could fubdue his Virtue , but his Pride . Hence chafte Lucretia's Innocence betray'd Fell by that Honour which was meant its aid . Thus Virtue ...
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... Fame ! Fell Ravisher , from Innocence to tear That name , than liberty , than life more dear ! Where fhall thy baseness meet its just return , Or what repay thy guilt , but endless scorn ? And know , immortal Truth fhall mock thy toil ...
... Fame ! Fell Ravisher , from Innocence to tear That name , than liberty , than life more dear ! Where fhall thy baseness meet its just return , Or what repay thy guilt , but endless scorn ? And know , immortal Truth fhall mock thy toil ...
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... gilds the clofe of Britain's Day : With joy fhe fees the stream of Roman art From MURRAY's tongue How purer to the heart : VOL . III . B 1 300 305 310 315 320 Sees YORKE to Fame , e'er yet to Manhood known Part II . xvii ESSAY ON SATIRE .
... gilds the clofe of Britain's Day : With joy fhe fees the stream of Roman art From MURRAY's tongue How purer to the heart : VOL . III . B 1 300 305 310 315 320 Sees YORKE to Fame , e'er yet to Manhood known Part II . xvii ESSAY ON SATIRE .
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Alexander Pope. Sees YORKE to Fame , e'er yet to Manhood known , And just to ev'ry virtue , but his own ; Hears unftain'd CAM with generous pride proclaim A SAGE'S , CRITIC's , and a POET's name : Beholds , where WIDCOME's happy hills ...
Alexander Pope. Sees YORKE to Fame , e'er yet to Manhood known , And just to ev'ry virtue , but his own ; Hears unftain'd CAM with generous pride proclaim A SAGE'S , CRITIC's , and a POET's name : Beholds , where WIDCOME's happy hills ...
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Page 56 - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? Where grows ? — where grows it not ? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Page 74 - Must rise from Individual to the Whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race; Wide and more wide, th...
Page 15 - Were we to press, inferior might on ours; Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. And, if each system in gradation roll Alike essential to th' amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall.
Page 59 - Know, all the good that individuals find, Or God and nature meant to mere mankind, Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence But health consists with temperance alone ; And peace, oh virtue ! peace is all thy own.
Page 16 - To serve mere engines to the ruling mind ? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another in this...
Page 58 - But mutual wants this happiness increase, All nature's difference keeps all nature's peace. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing, Bliss is the same in subject or in king; In who obtain defence, or who defend, In him who is, or him who finds a friend : Heaven breathes through every member of the whole One common blessing as one common soul.
Page 4 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 7 - 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 5 - Say first, of God above, or man below, What can we reason, but from what we know ? Of man, what see we but his station here, From which to reason, or to which refer ? Thro' worlds unnumber'd tho' the God be known, "Tis ours to trace him only in our own.
Page 40 - Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.