![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=r9QDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Alexander Pope - 1839 - 510 oldal
...laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses U R X!R UNN song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove Î Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ?... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=YWsEAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Lindley Murray - 1839 - 232 oldal
...had he been invited. Be that as it will. I only done one exercise. His arguments were what follow. Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song. Poverty turns our thoughts too much on the supplying our wants, and riches on the enjoying our... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=jN0YcE2cDr4C&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Forbes Winslow - 1839 - 398 oldal
...there is no hope of lucre."* * Life of Sir S. Garth. Pope, in his epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, says, " Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song." Dryden, in his " Postscript " to the translation of Virgil, pays a high compliment to his own... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=1WMAAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1843 - 678 oldal
...expressed himself twice with generous warmth in grateful acknowledgment of the skill of his friend : — « Friend to my life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song)." And, a little further on, he pathetically sings, — " The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend,... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=3DY1AAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Alexander Pope - 1846 - 320 oldal
...Imputes to me and my clamn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And enrses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life ! (which did not you prolong. The world had wanted manv an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=_SwCAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Alexander Pope - 1847 - 524 oldal
...would do something in his sempstress' praise — Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, 25 And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life, (which...not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song,) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love?... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=QOamYp9M-ZMC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Leigh Hunt - 1847 - 394 oldal
...gratitude. If it had not been for Arbuthnot, posterity might have been deprived of a great deal of Pope. " Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song ;" says he, in his Epistle to the Doctor. And Dryden, in the " Postscript" to his translation... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=FVcEAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Alexander Pope, William Charles Macready - 1849 - 646 oldal
...laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life ! (which...not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ?... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=uykhAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Alexander Pope - 1850 - 510 oldal
...laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life ! (which...not you prolong The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a. fool's wrath or love 1... | |
![](https://books.google.hu/books/content?id=day_8QCmoqIC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | George Croly - 1850 - 442 oldal
...laws, Imputes to me and my damned works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life, which...not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song, What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ?... | |
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