The Age of Pope (1700-1744)G. Bell and Sons, 1906 - 260 страници |
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... thing in the world that they are proud of . . . No flattery is either too high or too low for them . They will greedily swallow the highest and gratefully accept of the lowest . ' ... Nearly twenty years passed , and then Chesterfield ...
... thing in the world that they are proud of . . . No flattery is either too high or too low for them . They will greedily swallow the highest and gratefully accept of the lowest . ' ... Nearly twenty years passed , and then Chesterfield ...
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... thing as a school of poetry , and this is true in the sense that the essence of this divine art cannot be transmitted , but the form of the art may be , and Pope's style of work- manship made it readily imitable by accomplished crafts ...
... thing as a school of poetry , and this is true in the sense that the essence of this divine art cannot be transmitted , but the form of the art may be , and Pope's style of work- manship made it readily imitable by accomplished crafts ...
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... to the formality of the French and Dutch systems , and the design of the Prince of Wales's garden is said to have been copied from the poet's at Twickenham . 6 Addison justly praised as a delicious little thing . 30 THE AGE OF POPE .
... to the formality of the French and Dutch systems , and the design of the Prince of Wales's garden is said to have been copied from the poet's at Twickenham . 6 Addison justly praised as a delicious little thing . 30 THE AGE OF POPE .
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John Dennis. 6 Addison justly praised as a delicious little thing . ' At the same time he advised the poet not to attempt improving it , which he proposed to do , and Pope most unreasonably attributed this advice to jealousy . In 1714 ...
John Dennis. 6 Addison justly praised as a delicious little thing . ' At the same time he advised the poet not to attempt improving it , which he proposed to do , and Pope most unreasonably attributed this advice to jealousy . In 1714 ...
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... things better to give than such a son . ' Among his lady friends the dearest was Martha Blount , the younger of two beautiful sisters , of whom Gay sang as the fair - haired Martha and Teresa brown . ' They came of an old Roman Catholic ...
... things better to give than such a son . ' Among his lady friends the dearest was Martha Blount , the younger of two beautiful sisters , of whom Gay sang as the fair - haired Martha and Teresa brown . ' They came of an old Roman Catholic ...
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Страница 91 - Against the window beats ; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth ; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is : Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Страница 110 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay ; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Страница 82 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Страница 82 - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonoured, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory ! a frail child of dust: Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost.
Страница 117 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome — at an inn.
Страница 89 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise.
Страница 148 - She was a very beautiful woman, of a noble spirit, and there was a dignity in her grief amidst all the wildness of her transport which, methought, struck me with an instinct of sorrow, that, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness of my heart ever since.
Страница 32 - 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...
Страница 34 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Страница 51 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly! 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.