The Life of Alexander Pope, Esq: Compiled from Original Manuscripts; with a Critical Essay on His Writings and Genius
C. Bathurst, H. Woodfall, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, W. Johnston [and 8 others in London], 1769 - 578 Seiten
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Seite 265 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Seite 123 - In some lone isle, or distant northern land; Where the gilt chariot never marks the way, Where none learn ombre, none e'er taste bohea!
Seite 231 - The proper study of mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
Seite 192 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 124 - Who would not scorn what Housewife's Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use ? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas ! frail Beauty must decay...
Seite 163 - Come, Abelard ! for what hast thou to dread ? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead. Nature stands check'd ; Religion disapproves ; Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloisa loves. 260 Ah hopeless, lasting flames ! like those that burn To light the dead, and warm th
Seite 381 - But chief her shrine where naked Venus keeps, And Cupids ride the Lion of the Deeps; Where, eas'd of Fleets, the Adriatic main Wafts the smooth Eunuch and enamour'd swain.
Seite 80 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For, as in bodies, thus in souls we find, What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.