The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... manner , not only my writings ( of which , being public , the public is judge ) but my person , morals , and family ; whereof , to those who know me not , a truer informa tion may be requisite . Being divided between the necessity to ...
... manner , not only my writings ( of which , being public , the public is judge ) but my person , morals , and family ; whereof , to those who know me not , a truer informa tion may be requisite . Being divided between the necessity to ...
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... manner of writing , in these imitations , will be much disappointed . Our author uses the Roman poet for little more ... manners . Had it been his purpose merely to paraphrase an ancient satirist , he had hardly made choice of Horace ...
... manner of writing , in these imitations , will be much disappointed . Our author uses the Roman poet for little more ... manners . Had it been his purpose merely to paraphrase an ancient satirist , he had hardly made choice of Horace ...
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... manner the Italian painters call con amore ; by which they mean , the exertion of that principle which puts the faculties on the stretch , and produces the supreme degree of excellence . For the poet had all the warmth of affection for ...
... manner the Italian painters call con amore ; by which they mean , the exertion of that principle which puts the faculties on the stretch , and produces the supreme degree of excellence . For the poet had all the warmth of affection for ...
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... manners and the mind . O ! could I mount on the Mæonian wing , Your arms , your actions , your repose to sing ; What seas you traversed , and what fields you fought ! Your country's peace , how oft , how dearly bought ! How barbarous ...
... manners and the mind . O ! could I mount on the Mæonian wing , Your arms , your actions , your repose to sing ; What seas you traversed , and what fields you fought ! Your country's peace , how oft , how dearly bought ! How barbarous ...
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... manner'- ' and yours , Talbot's sense . ' Thus we dispose of all poetic merit , Yours Milton's genius , and mine Homer's spirit . Call Tibbald Shakspeare , and he'll swear the Nine , Dear Cibber ! never match'd one ode of thine . Lord ...
... manner'- ' and yours , Talbot's sense . ' Thus we dispose of all poetic merit , Yours Milton's genius , and mine Homer's spirit . Call Tibbald Shakspeare , and he'll swear the Nine , Dear Cibber ! never match'd one ode of thine . Lord ...
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Страница 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.