The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... known , so honour'd , at the house of lords : Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh More silent far , ) where kings and poets lie : Where Murray ( long enough his country's pride ) Shall be no more than Tully or than Hyde ! Rack'd ...
... known , so honour'd , at the house of lords : Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh More silent far , ) where kings and poets lie : Where Murray ( long enough his country's pride ) Shall be no more than Tully or than Hyde ! Rack'd ...
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... known images of life , I guess The labour greater , as the indulgence less . Observe how seldom e'en the best succeed : Tell me if Congreve's fools are fools indeed ? What pert low dialogue has Farquhar writ ! How Van wants grace , who ...
... known images of life , I guess The labour greater , as the indulgence less . Observe how seldom e'en the best succeed : Tell me if Congreve's fools are fools indeed ? What pert low dialogue has Farquhar writ ! How Van wants grace , who ...
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... known alone to that Directing Power , Who forms the genius in the natal hour ; That God of nature , who within us still , Inclines our action , not constrains our will ; Various of temper , as of face or frame , Each individual : His ...
... known alone to that Directing Power , Who forms the genius in the natal hour ; That God of nature , who within us still , Inclines our action , not constrains our will ; Various of temper , as of face or frame , Each individual : His ...
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... known , nor tremble at the unknown ? Survey both worlds , intrepid and entire , In spite of witches , devils , dreams and fire ? Pleased to look forward , pleased to look behind , And count each birth - day with a grateful mind ? Has ...
... known , nor tremble at the unknown ? Survey both worlds , intrepid and entire , In spite of witches , devils , dreams and fire ? Pleased to look forward , pleased to look behind , And count each birth - day with a grateful mind ? Has ...
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... out - spue , As his own things ; and they're his own , ' tis true ; For if one eat my meat , though it be known The meat was mine , the excrement's his own . I pass o'er all those confessors and martyrs , Who 60 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... out - spue , As his own things ; and they're his own , ' tis true ; For if one eat my meat , though it be known The meat was mine , the excrement's his own . I pass o'er all those confessors and martyrs , Who 60 POPE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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ancient bard Bavius behold bless'd Boileau called charms CHIG church Cibber court cried critics Curll Dennis divine dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'en Edmund Curll epic epigram EPISTLE Essay Essay on Criticism eyes fame fate flatter folly fool genius gentle gentleman Gildon give glory goddess grace grave hath head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Horace Iliad king knave laureate learned Leonard Welsted letters live lord lord Bolingbroke muse never numbers o'er Ogilby once panegyric person pleased poem poet poet's poetry Pope praise prince printed queen racter rage REMARKS rhyme saith satire scholiast Scribl Scriblerus sense Shakspeare shine sing SITY smile song soul sure thee things thou thought throne tion town true truth UNIV verse Virgil virtue Westminster Abbey Whig whore words writ write
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Página 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Página 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Página 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
Página 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Página 11 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Página 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did 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 ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Página 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Página 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.
Página 306 - In vain ! They gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Página 305 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.