The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Том 2J. Nichol, 1856 |
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... less poetical or coarser than a swine ? and yet Shak- speare introduces such a creature with great effect in " Macbeth , " in that weird dialogue of the witches- " Where hast thou been , sister ? Killing swine . " And Göthe makes it ...
... less poetical or coarser than a swine ? and yet Shak- speare introduces such a creature with great effect in " Macbeth , " in that weird dialogue of the witches- " Where hast thou been , sister ? Killing swine . " And Göthe makes it ...
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... less to the transfiguring power of imagination ; and , 4th , Some objects in nature , and some in art , need less of this transforming magic than others , and are thus intrinsically , although not immeasurably , superior in adaptation ...
... less to the transfiguring power of imagination ; and , 4th , Some objects in nature , and some in art , need less of this transforming magic than others , and are thus intrinsically , although not immeasurably , superior in adaptation ...
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... less easy , indeed , than Addison's , the very curl of whose lip was cruci- fixion to his foe . This wit , when exasperated into satire , is very formidable , for , like Addison's , it does its work with little noise . Pope whispers ...
... less easy , indeed , than Addison's , the very curl of whose lip was cruci- fixion to his foe . This wit , when exasperated into satire , is very formidable , for , like Addison's , it does its work with little noise . Pope whispers ...
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... less a " transfusion " of the Grecian bard . Pope does not , indeed , clothe the old blind rhapsodist with a bag - wig and sword ; but he does all short of this to make him a fine modern gentleman . Scott , we think , could have best ...
... less a " transfusion " of the Grecian bard . Pope does not , indeed , clothe the old blind rhapsodist with a bag - wig and sword ; but he does all short of this to make him a fine modern gentleman . Scott , we think , could have best ...
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... less , and Dante , Milton , or the Bible more - we cannot tell ; but he certainly , in this case , would have left works greater , if not more graceful , behind him ; and if he had pleased his own taste and that of his age less , he ...
... less , and Dante , Milton , or the Bible more - we cannot tell ; but he certainly , in this case , would have left works greater , if not more graceful , behind him ; and if he had pleased his own taste and that of his age less , he ...
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Страница 311 - Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Страница 38 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Страница 32 - Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
Страница 185 - If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
Страница 31 - But clear and artless pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
Страница 296 - For thee we dim the eyes, and stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it: So spins the silk-worm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Страница 13 - Why pique all mortals, yet affect a name? A fool to Pleasure, yet a slave to Fame: Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs, Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres : Now Conscience chills her, and now Passion burns; 65 And Atheism and Religion take their turns; A very Heathen in the carnal part, Yet still a sad, good Christian at her heart.
Страница 20 - She, who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most, when she obeys...
Страница 15 - No thought advances, but her eddy brain Whisks it about, and down it goes again. Full sixty years the world has been her trade, The wisest fool much time has ever made. From loveless youth to unrespected age, No passion gratified except her rage.