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... tell them would a hundred tongues require , Or one vain wit's , that might a hundred tire . But you who seek to give and merit fame , And justly bear a critic's noble name , Be sure yourself and your own reach to know , How far your ...
... tell them would a hundred tongues require , Or one vain wit's , that might a hundred tire . But you who seek to give and merit fame , And justly bear a critic's noble name , Be sure yourself and your own reach to know , How far your ...
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... tell " Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well . " Such was Roscommon , not more learn'd than good , With manners generous as his noble blood ; To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known , And every author's merit but his own . Such ...
... tell " Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well . " Such was Roscommon , not more learn'd than good , With manners generous as his noble blood ; To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known , And every author's merit but his own . Such ...
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... tell why Heaven has made us as we are : But of this frame , the bearings and the ties , The strong connexions , nice dependencies , Gradations just , has thy pervading soul Look'd through ; or can a part contain the whole ? Is the great ...
... tell why Heaven has made us as we are : But of this frame , the bearings and the ties , The strong connexions , nice dependencies , Gradations just , has thy pervading soul Look'd through ; or can a part contain the whole ? Is the great ...
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... , wretched subjects , though to lawful sway , In this weak queen some favourite still obey : Ah ! if she lend not arms as well as rules , What can she more than tell us we are fools ? Teach us to mourn our nature , not to mend 52 THE POEMS.
... , wretched subjects , though to lawful sway , In this weak queen some favourite still obey : Ah ! if she lend not arms as well as rules , What can she more than tell us we are fools ? Teach us to mourn our nature , not to mend 52 THE POEMS.
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... Tell me , if virtue made the son expire , Why full of days and honour lives the sire ? Why drew Marseilles ' good bishop 2 purer breath When nature sicken'd , and each gale was death ? Or why so long ( in life if long can be ) Lent ...
... Tell me , if virtue made the son expire , Why full of days and honour lives the sire ? Why drew Marseilles ' good bishop 2 purer breath When nature sicken'd , and each gale was death ? Or why so long ( in life if long can be ) Lent ...
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Ambrose Philips ANTISTROPHE Balaam beauty behold bless'd blessing bliss breast breath Brobdingnag Cæsar Catiline charms Countess of Suffolk cried critics crown'd dame dear death e'en e'er ease envy EPISTLE ESSAY ON CRITICISM Eurydice Eustace Budgell eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flame fool gentle gold grace Gulliver's Travels happiness heart Heaven honour Houyhnhnm join'd king knave knight lady learn'd learning live lord lov'd lyre man's mankind mind mortal Muse nature nature's ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pain parterre passion Phryne pleas'd pleasure poet Pope praise pride proud rage rais'd reason rise rules sage Sappho seem'd self-love SEMICHORUS sense shade shine sigh skies SMIL soft soul spouse squire taste thee things thou thought true Twas tyrant virtue whate'er whole wife wise youth
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Página 47 - Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A Being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest, In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast; In doubt his Mind or Body to prefer...
Página 152 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting...
Página 82 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is...
Página 48 - Created half to rise, and half to fall ; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd ; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world...
Página 17 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 135 - You show us Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of use; Yet shall, my lord, your just, your noble rules, Fill half the land with imitating fools ; Who random drawings from your sheets shall take; And of one beauty many blunders make...
Página 46 - Cease then, nor order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.
Página 102 - twould a saint provoke" (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke), " No, let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And, Betty, give this cheek a little red.
Página 17 - whispers through the trees :" If crystal streams " with pleasing murmurs creep," The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with
Página 85 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...