The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: With Notes and Illustrations by Himself and Others. To which are Added, a New Life of the Author, an Estimate of His Poetical Character and Writings, and Occasional Remarks,, เล่มที่ 4C. and J. Rivington; T. Cadell; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green; J. Cuthell; J. Nunn; ... [and 25 others in London]; and Deighton and Sons, Cambridge; and A. Black, and J. Fairbairn, Edinburgh., 1824 |
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หน้า 103
... Epigrams , Riddles , & c . equally the disgrace of wit , morality , and common sense . P. W. It is but justice to add , that the Gentleman's Magazine , the first of its kind , does by no means deserve this severe sarcasm ; but has been ...
... Epigrams , Riddles , & c . equally the disgrace of wit , morality , and common sense . P. W. It is but justice to add , that the Gentleman's Magazine , the first of its kind , does by no means deserve this severe sarcasm ; but has been ...
หน้า 104
... Epigram ; " FRIEND ! in your Epitaphs , I'm griev'd , So very much is said : One half will never be believ'd , The other never read . " P. w.t The Epigram here inserted , alludes to the too long , and some- times fulsome Epitaphs ...
... Epigram ; " FRIEND ! in your Epitaphs , I'm griev'd , So very much is said : One half will never be believ'd , The other never read . " P. w.t The Epigram here inserted , alludes to the too long , and some- times fulsome Epitaphs ...
หน้า 113
... Epigram , made on that occasion : " In merry Old England it once was a rule , The King had his Poet , and also his Fool : But now we're so frugal , I'd have you to know it , That Cibber can serve both for Fool and for Poet . " Of ...
... Epigram , made on that occasion : " In merry Old England it once was a rule , The King had his Poet , and also his Fool : But now we're so frugal , I'd have you to know it , That Cibber can serve both for Fool and for Poet . " Of ...
หน้า 116
... epigram : Should Dennis publish , you had stabb'd your brother , Lampoon'd your Monarch , or debauch'd your mother ; Say , what revenge on Dennis can be had ? Too dull for laughter , for reply too mad : • On one so poor you cannot take ...
... epigram : Should Dennis publish , you had stabb'd your brother , Lampoon'd your Monarch , or debauch'd your mother ; Say , what revenge on Dennis can be had ? Too dull for laughter , for reply too mad : • On one so poor you cannot take ...
หน้า 117
... Epigram : W. † Quoth Cibber to Pope , Tho ' in verse you foreclose , I'll have the last word ; for , by G- , I'll write prose ! Poor Colly , thy reas'ning is none of the strongest , For know , the last word is the word that lasts ...
... Epigram : W. † Quoth Cibber to Pope , Tho ' in verse you foreclose , I'll have the last word ; for , by G- , I'll write prose ! Poor Colly , thy reas'ning is none of the strongest , For know , the last word is the word that lasts ...
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หน้า 337 - 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.
หน้า 334 - Argus' eyes by Hermes' wand opprest, Closed one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after art goes out, and all is night.
หน้า 292 - The critic Eye, that microscope of Wit, Sees hairs and pores, examines bit by bit...
หน้า 297 - Show all his paces, not a step advance. With the same cement, ever sure to bind, We bring to one dead level every mind. Then take him to develop, if you can, And hew the block off, and get out the man. 270 But wherefore waste I words? I see advance Whore, pupil, and laced governor from France. Walker! our hat' nor more he deigned to say, But, stern as Ajax
หน้า 243 - I turn my ravish'd eyes, gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, poetic fields encompass me around, and still I seem to tread on classic ground; for here the Muse so oft her harp has strung, that not a mountain rears its head unsung, renown'd in verse each shady thicket grows, and every stream in heavenly numbers flows.
หน้า 289 - Thy mighty scholiast, whose unwearied pains Made Horace dull, and humbled Milton's strains. Turn what they will to verse, their toil is vain, Critics like me shall make it prose again.
หน้า 301 - To lands of singing, or of dancing slaves, Love-whispering woods, and lute-resounding waves. But chief her shrine where naked Venus keeps, And Cupids ride the lion of the deeps; Where, eased of fleets, the Adriatic main Wafts the smooth eunuch and enamour'd swain.
หน้า 12 - A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ ; Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The generous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
หน้า 291 - While towering o'er your alphabet, like Saul, Stands our Digamma, and o'ertops them all. Tis true, on words is still our whole debate, Disputes of me or te, of aut or at, To sound or sink in cano, O or A, Or give up Cicero to C or K.
หน้า 269 - When lo! a Harlot form soft sliding by, With mincing step, small voice, and languid eye: Foreign her air, her robe's discordant pride In patch-work flutt'ring, and her head aside: By singing Peers up-held on either hand, She tripp'd and laugh'd, too pretty much to stand: Cast on the prostrate Nine a scornful look, Then thus in quaint Recitative spoke. "O Cora! Cara! silence all that train: Joy to great Chaos! let Division reign...