The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 8 |
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Addison espresed no approbariot of the ridicule of Pope against Dennis , and
perhaps did not think he deserved much by his officiousness , Two other
pamphlets , published about this time against Edmund Curll , a bookseller , who
lived by ...
Addison espresed no approbariot of the ridicule of Pope against Dennis , and
perhaps did not think he deserved much by his officiousness , Two other
pamphlets , published about this time against Edmund Curll , a bookseller , who
lived by ...
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The consequences which Candide's application of the principle to various cases
produces , are certainly such as Pope never intended , yet it must be acknow .
ledged he did not sufficiently guard against his interpretation . “ This essay , "
says ...
The consequences which Candide's application of the principle to various cases
produces , are certainly such as Pope never intended , yet it must be acknow .
ledged he did not sufficiently guard against his interpretation . “ This essay , "
says ...
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But envy could not against you succeed : Nor Thall the fong , old Thames :
forbear to thine , ' Tis not from friends that write , or foes that read ; At once the
subject and the song divine . Censure or praisc mul from ourselves proceed . }
Now light ...
But envy could not against you succeed : Nor Thall the fong , old Thames :
forbear to thine , ' Tis not from friends that write , or foes that read ; At once the
subject and the song divine . Censure or praisc mul from ourselves proceed . }
Now light ...
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... and any murmurs against the justice of this age , or my first productions were
the children of self - love any mad appeals to posterity . I declare I shall upon
innocence . I had made an Epic Poem , and think the world in the right , and
quietly ...
... and any murmurs against the justice of this age , or my first productions were
the children of self - love any mad appeals to posterity . I declare I shall upon
innocence . I had made an Epic Poem , and think the world in the right , and
quietly ...
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Meanly they seek the blessing to confine , Pride , malice , folly , against Dryden
rose , And force that fun but on a part to shine , In various shapes of parsons ,
critics , beaux : Which not alone the southern wit fublimes , 400 But sense surviv'd
...
Meanly they seek the blessing to confine , Pride , malice , folly , against Dryden
rose , And force that fun but on a part to shine , In various shapes of parsons ,
critics , beaux : Which not alone the southern wit fublimes , 400 But sense surviv'd
...
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Страница 100 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Страница 43 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Страница 99 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Страница 151 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry: Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Страница 102 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Страница 43 - Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Страница 94 - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
Страница 121 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Страница 98 - Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace. Condition, circumstance is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or in king ; In who obtain defence, or who defend ; In him who is, or him who finds a friend...
Страница 112 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!