The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed, a Life of the Author ...Z. & B. F. Pratt, 1846 |
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... Verses to the imitator of Horace , and of an Epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton Court ] to attack , in a very extraordinary manner , not only my writings ( of which , being public , the public is judge ) but my ...
... Verses to the imitator of Horace , and of an Epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton Court ] to attack , in a very extraordinary manner , not only my writings ( of which , being public , the public is judge ) but my ...
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... verse and praise ; Nor like a puppy , daggled through the town , To fetch and carry sing - song up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side : But sick of fops , and poetry ...
... verse and praise ; Nor like a puppy , daggled through the town , To fetch and carry sing - song up and down ; Nor at rehearsals sweat , and mouth'd , and cried , With handkerchief and orange at my side : But sick of fops , and poetry ...
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... verse , and Queensberry weeping o'er thy urn ! Oh , let me live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do :) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease , And see what friends , and read what books I please : Above a patron ...
... verse , and Queensberry weeping o'er thy urn ! Oh , let me live my own , and die so too ! ( To live and die is all I have to do :) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease , And see what friends , and read what books I please : Above a patron ...
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... verse or prose the same ; That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long , But stoop'd to truth , and moralized his song ; That not for fame , but virtue's better end , He stood the furious foe , the timid friend , The damning critic , half ...
... verse or prose the same ; That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long , But stoop'd to truth , and moralized his song ; That not for fame , but virtue's better end , He stood the furious foe , the timid friend , The damning critic , half ...
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... a knighthood , or the bays . P. What , like sir Richard ! rumbling , rough , and fierce With arms , and George and Brunswick crowd the verse Rend with tremendous sound your ears asunder , With gun IMITATIONS OF HORACE . 19.
... a knighthood , or the bays . P. What , like sir Richard ! rumbling , rough , and fierce With arms , and George and Brunswick crowd the verse Rend with tremendous sound your ears asunder , With gun IMITATIONS OF HORACE . 19.
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ancient bard Bavius behold bless'd Boileau called charms CHIG church Cibber court cried critics Curll Dennis divine dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'en Edmund Curll epic epigram EPISTLE Essay Essay on Criticism eyes fame fate flatter folly fool genius gentle gentleman Gildon give glory goddess grace grave hath head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Horace Iliad king knave laureate learned Leonard Welsted letters live lord lord Bolingbroke muse never numbers o'er Ogilby once panegyric person pleased poem poet poet's poetry Pope praise prince printed queen racter rage REMARKS rhyme saith satire scholiast Scribl Scriblerus sense Shakspeare shine sing SITY smile song soul sure thee things thou thought throne tion town true truth UNIV verse Virgil virtue Westminster Abbey Whig whore words writ write
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Seite 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Seite 6 - I said; 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 eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Seite 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
Seite 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Seite 11 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Seite 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Seite 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Seite 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.
Seite 306 - 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.
Seite 305 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.