The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: Ed. by the Rev. H. F. CaryD. Appleton & Company, 1867 - 485 Seiten |
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... LEWIS THEOBALD thus extols it , " The spirit of Homer breathes all through this translation . I am in doubt , whether I should most admire the justness to the original , or the force and beauty of the language , or the sounding variety ...
... LEWIS THEOBALD thus extols it , " The spirit of Homer breathes all through this translation . I am in doubt , whether I should most admire the justness to the original , or the force and beauty of the language , or the sounding variety ...
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... is a professor of the worst religion , yet he laughs at it ; " but that , " nevertheless , he is a virulent papist ; and yet a pillar for the church of England . ” Of both which opinions MR . LEWIS THEOBALD seems also 390 THE DUNCIAD .
... is a professor of the worst religion , yet he laughs at it ; " but that , " nevertheless , he is a virulent papist ; and yet a pillar for the church of England . ” Of both which opinions MR . LEWIS THEOBALD seems also 390 THE DUNCIAD .
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... LEWIS THEOBALD seems also to be ; declaring , in Mist's Journal of June 22 , 1718 , " That , if he is not shrewdly abused , he made it his practice to cackle to both parties in their own sentiments . ” But , as to his pique against ...
... LEWIS THEOBALD seems also to be ; declaring , in Mist's Journal of June 22 , 1718 , " That , if he is not shrewdly abused , he made it his practice to cackle to both parties in their own sentiments . ” But , as to his pique against ...
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... Lewis Tibbald ( as pronounced ) or Theobald ( as written ) was bred an attorney , and son to an attorney ( says Mr. Jacob ) of Sittingbourn , in Kent . He was author of some forgotten plays , translations , and other pieces . He was ...
... Lewis Tibbald ( as pronounced ) or Theobald ( as written ) was bred an attorney , and son to an attorney ( says Mr. Jacob ) of Sittingbourn , in Kent . He was author of some forgotten plays , translations , and other pieces . He was ...
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... Lewis Theobald . Daily Journal , May 11. A Letter against Mr. P. at large . Anon . [ John Dennis . ] All these were afterwards reprinted in a pamphlet , entitled A Collection of all the Verses , Essays , Letters , and Advertisements ...
... Lewis Theobald . Daily Journal , May 11. A Letter against Mr. P. at large . Anon . [ John Dennis . ] All these were afterwards reprinted in a pamphlet , entitled A Collection of all the Verses , Essays , Letters , and Advertisements ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adrastus Æneid ancient Bavius beauty behold blest breast charms court cried critics crown'd divine Dryope Dulness Dunciad e'er eclogue EPISTLE Essay on Criticism eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flame flowers fool gentle give glory goddess gods grace happy hath head heart Heaven hero honour Iliad John Dennis Jove king knave learn'd learned LEONARD WELSTED LEWIS THEOBALD live lord mankind mind mortal muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion pastoral plain pleased pleasure poem poet Pope praise pride proud queen rage reign rise round sacred Sappho satire sense shade shine sighs silvan sing skies smiling soft soul sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus thine things thou thought throne trembling truth Twas verse Vertumnus Virgil virgin virtue wife wings wretched write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 53 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Seite 224 - 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...
Seite 26 - Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks, on every side arise Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
Seite 464 - Night primeval, and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain ; As Argus
Seite 46 - First follow nature and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same : Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides; In some fair body thus th...
Seite 50 - Fired at first sight with what the muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind; But more advanced, behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless science rise!
Seite 82 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Seite 230 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Seite 283 - His gardens next your admiration call, On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Seite 277 - Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king. No wit to flatter, left of all his store ! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame ; this lord of useless thousands ends.