...department, became some of the commissioner's loudest critics, recalling Alexander Pope's politicians: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. Most commissioners and some chiefs are not street smart and it is easy to convince such persons that...

...fatigu'd I said, Tye 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...or what Shades can hide? They pierce my Thickets, thro' my Grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the Chariot, and they...

...fatigu'd I said, Tye 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...each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.16 The connection between Parnassus and Bedlam is more than a convenient way for Pope to denigrate...

...I said, \J 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...my thickets, through my Grot they glide; By land, by water, they renew the charge; They stop the chariot, and they board the barge. No place is sacred,...

...knocker, fay I'm fick', I'm dead ! The dog-ftar rages ! nay, 'tis paft a doubt, All Bedlam or ParnafTus is let out : Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land *. THIS abrupt exordium is animated and dramatic. Our poet, wearied with the impertinence and ilander...

...Twickenham: Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd I said, Tye up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead, What Walls can guard me, or what Shades can hide? They pierce my Thickets, thro' my Grot they glide, . . . (lines 1-2, 7-8, p. 96) Pope's entreaty to his friend profanely echoes...

...spaces. Pope, the successful poet, is besieged by aspiring authors, with "Papers in each hand," who "rave, recite and madden round the land. | What Walls...or what Shades can hide? They pierce my Thickets, thro' my Grot they glide" (5-8). So the poem acts pre-emptively, opening itself by closing the door,...

...Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star rages! Nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedham, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers...hand, They rave, recite, and madden 'round the land. Excerpt from poem Epistle to Several Persons: Dr. Arbuthnot (Lines 1-6) By Alexander Pope PICTURES...