The Works of Alexander Pope, Band 7J. F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... piece of kindness , to put you in mind of bestowing another . The more fa- vourable you are to me , the more distinctly I see my faults Spots and blemishes , you know , are never so plainly discovered as in the brightest sunshine . Thus ...
... piece of kindness , to put you in mind of bestowing another . The more fa- vourable you are to me , the more distinctly I see my faults Spots and blemishes , you know , are never so plainly discovered as in the brightest sunshine . Thus ...
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... piece . Besides , to bestow heightening on every part is monstrous : Some parts ought to be lower than the rest ; and nothing looks more ridi- culous than a work , where the thoughts , however dif- ferent in their own nature , seem all ...
... piece . Besides , to bestow heightening on every part is monstrous : Some parts ought to be lower than the rest ; and nothing looks more ridi- culous than a work , where the thoughts , however dif- ferent in their own nature , seem all ...
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... piece , has brought the nosegays of Parnassus to bear the same price ; whereby the public - spirited Mr. Henry Hills of Black - friars has been the cause of great ease and singular comfort to all the learned , who never over- bounding ...
... piece , has brought the nosegays of Parnassus to bear the same price ; whereby the public - spirited Mr. Henry Hills of Black - friars has been the cause of great ease and singular comfort to all the learned , who never over- bounding ...
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... piece of tautology than Vacua cum solus in aula Respiceres jus omne tuum , cunctosque minores , Et nusquam par stare caput . 9 That was the same to Bossu's purpose ; which was only to shew , that there were epic Poets so ignorant , or ...
... piece of tautology than Vacua cum solus in aula Respiceres jus omne tuum , cunctosque minores , Et nusquam par stare caput . 9 That was the same to Bossu's purpose ; which was only to shew , that there were epic Poets so ignorant , or ...
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... piece of satire upon his cour- tiers , with which I will conclude my discourse of dogs . Call me a cynic , or what you please , in re- venge for all this impertinence , I will be contented ; provided you will but believe me , when I say ...
... piece of satire upon his cour- tiers , with which I will conclude my discourse of dogs . Call me a cynic , or what you please , in re- venge for all this impertinence , I will be contented ; provided you will but believe me , when I say ...
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acquaintance Addison admirers Æneid agreeable assure beauty believe Binfield Cæsura Catullus compliment critics CROMWELL desire Dryden Dulness duodecimo Eclogues entertaining Epic Poetry Essay on Criticism esteem express fame fancy faults favour fear friendship give glad happy heart HENRY CROMWELL Hiatus Homer honour hope Iliad imagine John Dennis judgment kind Lady least LETTER lines live Lord Lord Halifax manner methinks mind Miscellanies Muses nature never obliged observe opinion Ovid papers pastoral person pleased pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope Pope's Literary Correspondence praise Pray Priam printed published Quintilian received rhyme Sappho sense shew sincerity SIR WILLIAM TRUMBULL sort Statius sure syllables Tatler tell thing thought tion told town translation true truth vanity verses Versification Virgil WILLIAM TRUMBULL wish word writ write Wycherley young
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Seite 306 - The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime Barren of every glorious theme. In distant lands now waits a better time Producing subjects worthy fame : In happy climes where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of art by nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true : In happy climes the seat of innocence, Where nature guides and virtue rules, Where men shall not impose for truth and sense The pedantry of courts and schools...
Seite 106 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind. Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease. Together mixt: sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Seite 259 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul ; can this be death...
Seite 259 - ... the world recedes it disappears heaven opens on my eyes my ears with sounds seraphic ring lend lend your wings i mount i fly o grave where is thy victory o death where is thy sting.
Seite 306 - There shall be sung another golden Age, The rise of Empire and of Arts, The Good and Great inspiring epic Rage, The wisest Heads and noblest Hearts. Not such as Europe breeds in her decay; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heav'nly Flame did animate her Clay, By future Poets shall be sung.
Seite 83 - That changed through all, and yet in all the same. Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees ; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To 'him no high, no low, no great, no small...
Seite 105 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Seite 250 - I would flatter myself into a good opinion of my own way of living : Plutarch just now told me, that it is in human life as in a game at tables...
Seite 77 - It is not enough that nothing offends the Ear, but a good Poet will adapt the very Sounds, as well as Words, to the things he treats of. So that there is (if one may express it so) a Style of Sound. As in describing a gliding Stream, the Numbers shou'd run easy and flowing; in describing a rough Torrent or Deluge, sonorous and swelling, and so of the rest.
Seite 269 - outsteps the modesty of nature/' nor raises merriment or wonder by the violation of truth. His figures neither divert by distortion nor amaze by aggravation. He copies life with so much fidelity that he can be hardly...