The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Band 31863 |
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... sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme , ' A painted mistress , or a purling stream . ' Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; 9 Gildon , who acquired considerable notoriety as a critic , dramatist , & c . , grossly abused ...
... sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme , ' A painted mistress , or a purling stream . ' Yet then did Gildon draw his venal quill ; 9 Gildon , who acquired considerable notoriety as a critic , dramatist , & c . , grossly abused ...
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... sense . Commas and points they set exactly right , And ' twere a sin to rob them of their mite . Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel grac'd these ribalds , From slashing Bentley down to piddling Tibbalds : Each wight who reads not , and but ...
... sense . Commas and points they set exactly right , And ' twere a sin to rob them of their mite . Yet ne'er one sprig of laurel grac'd these ribalds , From slashing Bentley down to piddling Tibbalds : Each wight who reads not , and but ...
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... sense , now nonsense , leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning ; And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade translate , And own'd that nine such ...
... sense , now nonsense , leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning ; And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad , It is not poetry , but prose run mad : All these my modest satire bade translate , And own'd that nine such ...
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... sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands ! Bless'd be the great ! for those they take away , And those they left me - for they left me Gay ; Left me to see neglected genius bloom ...
... sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands ! Bless'd be the great ! for those they take away , And those they left me - for they left me Gay ; Left me to see neglected genius bloom ...
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... sense of it without the love ; Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injur'd , to defend ; Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , And , if he lie not , must at least betray ; Who to the dean and ...
... sense of it without the love ; Who has the vanity to call you friend , Yet wants the honour , injur'd , to defend ; Who tells whate'er you think , whate'er you say , And , if he lie not , must at least betray ; Who to the dean and ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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 Edmund Curll 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 o'er octavo Oldmixon 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 translation truth verse VIRG Virgil virtue Welsted Whig wings words writ write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 8 - 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, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Seite 8 - 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 352 - 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 restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Seite 352 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Seite 135 - 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 129 - Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Blest peer ! his great forefathers...
Seite 72 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that Ion*; have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spake ; Or bid the new be English ages hence (For use will father what's begot by sense); Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue...