The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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... moral pleases , not his pointed wit ; Forgot his Epic , nay Pindaric art , But ftill I love the language of his heart . 70 75 " Yet furely , furely , these were famous men ! " What boy but hears the fayings of old Ben ? " In all debates ...
... moral pleases , not his pointed wit ; Forgot his Epic , nay Pindaric art , But ftill I love the language of his heart . 70 75 " Yet furely , furely , these were famous men ! " What boy but hears the fayings of old Ben ? " In all debates ...
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... moral ) at the expence of truth . As his putting Erafmus and Reuchlin in the rank of Lully and Agrippa , shews what were then his fentiments of reformation . L 2 Where Well , I could wish , that ftill in lordly SAT . II . 75 VERSIFIED .
... moral ) at the expence of truth . As his putting Erafmus and Reuchlin in the rank of Lully and Agrippa , shews what were then his fentiments of reformation . L 2 Where Well , I could wish , that ftill in lordly SAT . II . 75 VERSIFIED .
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... moral for a wit . 5 Decay of parts , alas ! we all must feel— Why now , this moment , don't I fee you steal ? " Tis all from Horace ; Horace long before ye Said , " Tories call'd him Whig , and Whigs a Tory ; " And taught his Romans ...
... moral for a wit . 5 Decay of parts , alas ! we all must feel— Why now , this moment , don't I fee you steal ? " Tis all from Horace ; Horace long before ye Said , " Tories call'd him Whig , and Whigs a Tory ; " And taught his Romans ...
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... whoever publishes , puts himfelf on his trial by his country . But when his moral character was attacked , and in a manner from which neither truth nor virtue can fecure the the most innocent ; in a manner , which , 116 LETTER Á.
... whoever publishes , puts himfelf on his trial by his country . But when his moral character was attacked , and in a manner from which neither truth nor virtue can fecure the the most innocent ; in a manner , which , 116 LETTER Á.
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... whoever publishes , puts himfelf on his trial by his coun- try . But when his moral character was attacked , and in a manner from which neither truth nor virtue can fecure the the most innocent ; in a manner , which , 116 LETTER Á.
... whoever publishes , puts himfelf on his trial by his coun- try . But when his moral character was attacked , and in a manner from which neither truth nor virtue can fecure the the most innocent ; in a manner , which , 116 LETTER Á.
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Seite 127 - And here give me leave to mention what Monsieur Boileau has so well enlarged upon in the preface to his works: That wit and fine writing doth not consist so much in advancing things that are new, as in giving things that are known an agreeable turn.
Seite 2 - 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?
Seite 104 - 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 touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
Seite 3 - The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus ! round thee break, 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro...
Seite 9 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or, at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Seite 281 - We only furnish what he cannot use, Or wed to what he must divorce, a muse: Full in the midst of Euclid dip at once, And petrify a genius to a dunce: Or set on metaphysic ground to prance, Show all his paces, not a step advance.
Seite 11 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...
Seite 2 - 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?
Seite 171 - Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, Where o'er the gates, by his fam'd father's hand Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand; One Cell there is, conceal'd from vulgar eye, The Cave of Poverty and Poetry. Keen, hollow winds howl thro' the bleak recess, Emblem of Music caus'd by Emptiness.
Seite 127 - ... or science, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...