The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
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... manner entirely al- tered , the descriptions and most of the particular thoughts my own yet I could not suffer it to be printed without this acknowledgment . The reader who would compare this with Chaucer , may begin with his third book ...
... manner entirely al- tered , the descriptions and most of the particular thoughts my own yet I could not suffer it to be printed without this acknowledgment . The reader who would compare this with Chaucer , may begin with his third book ...
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... manner , not only my writ- ings ( of which , being public , the public is judge ) but my person , morals , and family ; whereof , to those who know ine not , a truer information may be requisite . Being di- vided between the necessity ...
... manner , not only my writ- ings ( of which , being public , the public is judge ) but my person , morals , and family ; whereof , to those who know ine not , a truer information may be requisite . Being di- vided between the necessity ...
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... MANNER OF DR . SWIFT . " Tis true , my lord , I gave my word I would be with you June the third ; Chang'd it to August , and ( in short ) Have kept it as you do at court , You humour me when I am sick , Why not when I am splenetic ? 1 ...
... MANNER OF DR . SWIFT . " Tis true , my lord , I gave my word I would be with you June the third ; Chang'd it to August , and ( in short ) Have kept it as you do at court , You humour me when I am sick , Why not when I am splenetic ? 1 ...
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... manner ' - and Your's Talbot's Thus we dispose of all poetic merit , [ sense . ' Your's Milton's genius , and mine Homer's spirit . Call Tibbald Shakspeare , and he'll swear the Nine , Dear Cibber ! never match'd one ode of thine . Lord ...
... manner ' - and Your's Talbot's Thus we dispose of all poetic merit , [ sense . ' Your's Milton's genius , and mine Homer's spirit . Call Tibbald Shakspeare , and he'll swear the Nine , Dear Cibber ! never match'd one ode of thine . Lord ...
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... manner from which neither truth nor virtue can secure the most innocent ; in a manner which , though it annihilates the credit of the accusation with the just and im- partial , yet aggravates very much the guilt of the accusers , I mean ...
... manner from which neither truth nor virtue can secure the most innocent ; in a manner which , though it annihilates the credit of the accusation with the just and im- partial , yet aggravates very much the guilt of the accusers , I mean ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 78 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...
Seite 76 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Seite 178 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly : In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored ; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal darkness buries all.
Seite 67 - TWIT'NAM, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the Laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Seite 129 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Seite 76 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Seite 70 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Seite 68 - I'm all submission ; what you'd have it, make it." Three things another's modest wishes bound, My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound. Pitholeon sends to me : " You know his grace : I want a patron ; ask him for a place.
Seite 72 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Seite 126 - He stuck to poverty with peace of mind ; And me, the Muses help'd to undergo it ; Convict a papist he, and I a poet. But (thanks to Homer) since I live and thrive, Indebted to no prince or peer alive ; Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,3 If I would scribble rather than repose.