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,, àÅèÁ·Õè 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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... particular favorites , heroes , and prime ministers ; and as on this earth these important stations are supposed to be filled by persons of the greatest know- ledge and ability , -so , in the dominions of dulness , the chief recom ...
... particular favorites , heroes , and prime ministers ; and as on this earth these important stations are supposed to be filled by persons of the greatest know- ledge and ability , -so , in the dominions of dulness , the chief recom ...
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... particular , he never desired them to be his admirers , nor promised in return to be theirs . That had truly been a sign he was of their acquaintance ; but would not the malicious world have suspected such an approbation of some motive ...
... particular , he never desired them to be his admirers , nor promised in return to be theirs . That had truly been a sign he was of their acquaintance ; but would not the malicious world have suspected such an approbation of some motive ...
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... particular interest ought to yield to general , and a great number who are not naturally fools , ought never to be made so , in complaisance to a few who are . Accord- ingly we find that in all ages , all vain pretenders , were they ...
... particular interest ought to yield to general , and a great number who are not naturally fools , ought never to be made so , in complaisance to a few who are . Accord- ingly we find that in all ages , all vain pretenders , were they ...
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... particular beauty in the num- bers , and concludes with saying , that " there are three poems in our tongue of the same nature , and each a master - piece in its kind : The Essay on Translated Verse ; the Essay on the Art of Poetry ...
... particular beauty in the num- bers , and concludes with saying , that " there are three poems in our tongue of the same nature , and each a master - piece in its kind : The Essay on Translated Verse ; the Essay on the Art of Poetry ...
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... particular manner pleased with the labours of those who have improved our lan- guage with the translations of old Greek and Latin authors . We have already most of their Histo- rians in our own tongue , and what is more for the honour ...
... particular manner pleased with the labours of those who have improved our lan- guage with the translations of old Greek and Latin authors . We have already most of their Histo- rians in our own tongue , and what is more for the honour ...
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˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 292 - The critic Eye, that microscope of Wit, Sees hairs and pores, examines bit by bit...
˹éÒ 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
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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...