The Life of Alexander Pope, Esq: Comp. from Original Manuscripts; with a Critical Essay on His Writings and GeniusC. Bathurst, 1769 - 578 Seiten |
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... equal to the merit of the critic whom they are intended to celebrate . Nevertheless , though they do not excel in point of verfification , they are fraught with a great deal of meaning . In the first of these lines , on which the other ...
... equal to the merit of the critic whom they are intended to celebrate . Nevertheless , though they do not excel in point of verfification , they are fraught with a great deal of meaning . In the first of these lines , on which the other ...
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... equal parts of Pagan Platonism , Chriftian Quietism , and the Jewish Cabbala : a mixture , monftrous enough to fright reafon from human commerce . This fyftem , he tells us , he took it as he found it in a little French tract , called ...
... equal parts of Pagan Platonism , Chriftian Quietism , and the Jewish Cabbala : a mixture , monftrous enough to fright reafon from human commerce . This fyftem , he tells us , he took it as he found it in a little French tract , called ...
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... equal , if not fuperior to the Scacchia of Vida ; for as chefs is a play of a far higher order than ombre , Mr. Pope had a more difficult task than Vida , to raise this his inferior fubject , into equal dignity and gracefulness . There ...
... equal , if not fuperior to the Scacchia of Vida ; for as chefs is a play of a far higher order than ombre , Mr. Pope had a more difficult task than Vida , to raise this his inferior fubject , into equal dignity and gracefulness . There ...
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... equal to the reft of the poem . Nor can I wholly agree with the effayift that the weapons made ufe of are the most pro- per imaginable ; fuch as the lightning of the lady's eyes , intolerable frowns , a pinch of fnuff and a bodkin . Of ...
... equal to the reft of the poem . Nor can I wholly agree with the effayift that the weapons made ufe of are the most pro- per imaginable ; fuch as the lightning of the lady's eyes , intolerable frowns , a pinch of fnuff and a bodkin . Of ...
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... , 66 " Your Virtue equal , tho ' your Lofs be lefs . " Then smile , Belinda , at reproachful Tongues , " Still warm our Hearts , and ftill inspire our " Songs ; " But 1 " But would your Charms to diftant times ex- 132 THE LIFE OF.
... , 66 " Your Virtue equal , tho ' your Lofs be lefs . " Then smile , Belinda , at reproachful Tongues , " Still warm our Hearts , and ftill inspire our " Songs ; " But 1 " But would your Charms to diftant times ex- 132 THE LIFE OF.
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AARON HILL addreffed admirable affured againſt anſwer beautiful becauſe beft beſt cenfure character compofition critic Dean Swift defcribed defcription defign defire difplayed Dunciad Effay effayift epiftle ev'ry excellent expreffed fafe faid fame fatire fays feems fenfe fenfibility fentiments ferve feveral fhall fhew fhort fhould fince fincere firft firſt fome foon fpeaking fpirit friendſhip ftate ftill ftriking ftrong fubject fublime fuch fuperior fuppofed fure genius himſelf honour Iliad illuftrated imagination inftance itſelf John Searl judgment juft juſt laft laſt learned lefs letter likewife Lord Lord Bolingbroke merit mind moft moral moſt muft muſt myſelf nature never nevertheleſs numbers obferves occafion paffage paffed paffion perfon piece pleaſed pleaſure poem poet poetical poetry POPE POPE's prefent profe publiſhed purpoſe racter raiſe reafon refpect ridicule ſay ſcene ſeems ſpeak tafte thefe themſelves theſe lines thofe thoſe thought tion tranflation uſe verfe virtue whofe writings
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Seite 265 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge Thy foe. 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 256 - Know then this truth (enough for man to know) 'Virtue alone is happiness below.
Seite 231 - 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...
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.
Seite 298 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Seite 229 - But what his nature and his state can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n? Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o'er, To smart and agonize at ev'ry pore? Or quick effluvia darting thro' the brain, Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
Seite 116 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts...
Seite 239 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Seite 231 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed 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...
Seite 226 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.