The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, with Life of the Author and Notes by J. Lupton (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 Excerpt: ... he sells his lands. To town he comes, completes the nation's hope, And heads the bold train-bands, and burns a pope. And shall not Britain now regard his toils, --Britain, that pays her patriots with her spoils? In vain at court the bankrupt pleads his cause; His thankless country leaves him to her laws. The sense to value riches, with the art To enjoy them, and the virtue to impart, 220 Not meanly nor ambitiously pursued, Not sunk by sloth, nor rased by servitude; To balance fortune by a just expense; Join with economy, magnificence; With splendour, charity; with plenty, health; 0, teach us, Bathurst yet unspoil'd by wealth, That secret rare, between the extremes to move Of mad good-nature and of mean self-love. B. Toworth orwantwell-weigh'dbe bounty given, Aud ease or emulate the care of Heaven: 230 Whose measure full o'erflows on human race, Mend Fortune's fault, and justify her grace. Wealth in the gross is death, but life, diffused; As poison heals, in just proportion used: In heaps, like ambergris, a stink it lies; But well dispersed, is incense to the skies. P. Who starves by nobles, or with nobles eats? The wretch that trusts them, and the rogue that cheats. Is there a lord, who knows a cheerful noon Without a fiddler, flatterer, or buffoon? 240 Whose table, wit or modest merit share, Unelbow'd by a gamester, pimp, or player? Who copies yours, or Oxford's t better part, To ease the oppress'd, and raise the sinking heart? Where'er he shines, 0 Fortune, gild the scene, And angels guard him in the golden mean There, English bounty yet awhile may stand, And honour linger ere it leave the land. 248 But all our praises why should lords engross? Rise, honest Muse and sing the Man of Ross: J Pleased Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, And rapid Sever..