The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... merit will buoy up at last . Might he return and bless once more our eyes , New Blackmores and new Milbourns must arise : Nay , should great Homer lift his awful head , Zoilus again would start up from the dead . Envy will merit as its ...
... merit will buoy up at last . Might he return and bless once more our eyes , New Blackmores and new Milbourns must arise : Nay , should great Homer lift his awful head , Zoilus again would start up from the dead . Envy will merit as its ...
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... betray your trust , 580 Nor be so civil as to prove unjust . Fear not the anger of the wise to raise ; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise . 585 ' Twere well might critics still this freedom take ESSAY ON CRITICISM . 121.
... betray your trust , 580 Nor be so civil as to prove unjust . Fear not the anger of the wise to raise ; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise . 585 ' Twere well might critics still this freedom take ESSAY ON CRITICISM . 121.
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... merit of a foe ; Blest with a taste exact , yet unconfin'd , A knowledge both of books and humankind ; Gen'rous converse ; a soul exempt from pride ; And loves to praise , with reason on his side . Such once were Critics ; such the ...
... merit of a foe ; Blest with a taste exact , yet unconfin'd , A knowledge both of books and humankind ; Gen'rous converse ; a soul exempt from pride ; And loves to praise , with reason on his side . Such once were Critics ; such the ...
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... merit but his own . 730 Such late was Walsh .... the Muse's judge and friend , Who justly knew to blame or to commend ; To failings mild , but zealous for desert , The clearest head , and the sincerest heart . This humble praise ...
... merit but his own . 730 Such late was Walsh .... the Muse's judge and friend , Who justly knew to blame or to commend ; To failings mild , but zealous for desert , The clearest head , and the sincerest heart . This humble praise ...
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... merit fame : But man , vain man ! in folly only wise , Rejects the manna sent him from the skies : With rapture hears corrupted Passion's call , Still proudly prone to mingle with the stall . As each deceitful shadow tempts his view ...
... merit fame : But man , vain man ! in folly only wise , Rejects the manna sent him from the skies : With rapture hears corrupted Passion's call , Still proudly prone to mingle with the stall . As each deceitful shadow tempts his view ...
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Страница 113 - 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.
Страница 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Страница 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Страница 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Страница 113 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, 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.
Страница 208 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Страница 35 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Страница 13 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; 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.
Страница 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Страница 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit, One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.