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... eye , and papers in each hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , through my grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge ...
... eye , and papers in each hand , They rave , recite , and madden round the land . What walls can guard me , or what shades can hide ? They pierce my thickets , through my grot they glide , By land , by water , they renew the charge ...
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... eye- . " Go on , obliging creatures ! make me see All that disgrac'd my betters met in me . Say , for my comfort , languishing in bed , " Just so immortal Maro held his head : " And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died ...
... eye- . " Go on , obliging creatures ! make me see All that disgrac'd my betters met in me . Say , for my comfort , languishing in bed , " Just so immortal Maro held his head : " And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died ...
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... eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , assent with civil leer , And without sneering teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Just hint a fault , and hesitate ...
... eyes , And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise , assent with civil leer , And without sneering teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound , and yet afraid to strike , Just hint a fault , and hesitate ...
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... eye : But still the great have kindness in reserve ; He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve . May some choice patron bless each gray goose May every Bavius have his Bufo still ! [ quill ! So when a statesman wants a day's defence ...
... eye : But still the great have kindness in reserve ; He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve . May some choice patron bless each gray goose May every Bavius have his Bufo still ! [ quill ! So when a statesman wants a day's defence ...
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... general officer in Spain , left her what estate remained after the sequestrations and forfeitures of her family . " 6 Pope's father was a non - juror . VOL . III . C Explore the thought , explain the asking eye , And OF POPE . 17.
... general officer in Spain , left her what estate remained after the sequestrations and forfeitures of her family . " 6 Pope's father was a non - juror . VOL . III . C Explore the thought , explain the asking eye , And OF POPE . 17.
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abused admire Æneid Ambrose Philips ancient bard Bavius Behold Bishop bless'd called character Charles Gildon Cibber Concanen court cries Curll Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'en epic EPISTLE Eridanus Essay on Criticism eyes fame fate folly fool genius Gildon goddess grace hath head heaven hero Homer honour Horace Iliad IMITATIONS James Moore king knave labour Laureate learned LEONARD WELSTED Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Hervey lov'd MIST'S JOURNAL moral muse ne'er never numbers o'er octavo once Ovid person pleas'd poem poet poet's poetry Pope Pope's praise prince printed proud queen REMARKS rhyme saith satire Scriblerus sing song soul sure Swift thee Theobald things thou throne translation truth verse VIRG Virgil virtue Welsted Whig wings words writ write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 3 - And to be grave, exceeds all power of face. I sit with sad civility, I read With honest anguish, and an aching head ; And drop at last, but in unwilling ears, This saving counsel,
Seite 141 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Seite 36 - How's the wind ?' ' Whose chariot's that we left behind ?' Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, ' Have you nothing new to-day ' From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay ?' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
Seite 9 - 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 11 - Proud as Apollo on his forked hill, Sat full-blown Bufo, puff'd by every quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Seite 42 - That keep me from myself; and still delay Life's instant business to a future day : That task, which as we follow, or despise, The eldest is a fool, the youngest wise : Which done, the poorest can no wants endure ; And which not done, the richest must be poor.
Seite 17 - Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age.
Seite 15 - Th' imputed trash, and dulness not his own ; The morals blacken'd when the writings 'scape, The libell'd person, and the pictur'd shape ; Abuse, on all he lov'd, or lov'd him, spread, A friend in exile, or a father dead : The whisper, that to greatness still too near, Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear — Welcome for thee, fair virtue ! all the past : For thee, fair virtue ! welcome ev'n the last ! A. But why insult the poor, affront the great ? P.
Seite 9 - Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 140 - Kneller, by Heaven, and not a master taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought ; Now for two ages, having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with Princes' honours, Poets' lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise.