The Dunciad: Book IV (Alexander Pope Poems)
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
Whether with me, or without me, my dearest one, you will still grow, With my help or without my help, ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistressNo Boadicia nor ThalestrissNor shall I e'er be famed hereafterFor such a Soul as ...
When I was a boy at college, Filling up with classic knowledge, Frequently I wondered why Old Professor Demas ...
Three words will I name thee—around and about, From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee;But they ...
Are you coming, Johnnie Bowline, Have you had your fill of fun? Are you ready, Johnnie Bowline,Now your pay-roll's spent ...
So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions "over yonder" of the ...
In the coming of Friday prayers for the whole region especially for Libya that the blood of the martyrs would ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
I The Roaring Tinker if you like, But Mannion is my name, And I beat up the common sort And ...
I care not what the sailors say: All those dreadful thunder-stones, All that storm that blots the day Can but ...
Three words will I name thee--around and about, From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee; But ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
Wild are my ways, wilder than you think You will find me standing a little left of frame You will ...
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