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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... rest of the poem , is wholly ironi- cal , and purports nothing more than that the methods adopted by the Goddess of Dulness , and so eagerly prosecuted by the pe- dants and dunces who are devoted to her cause , must undoubtedly have ...
... rest of the poem , is wholly ironi- cal , and purports nothing more than that the methods adopted by the Goddess of Dulness , and so eagerly prosecuted by the pe- dants and dunces who are devoted to her cause , must undoubtedly have ...
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... rest too secure in thy contempt of these instruments . Re- member what the Dutch stories somewhere relate , that a great part of their provinces was once overflowed , by a small opening made in one of their dykes by a single water - rat ...
... rest too secure in thy contempt of these instruments . Re- member what the Dutch stories somewhere relate , that a great part of their provinces was once overflowed , by a small opening made in one of their dykes by a single water - rat ...
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... rest being Pope's . Of the reality of this important error , which deprives Pope of a great share of his own work , and frequently weakens the effect , by attributing to the commentator what ought to be received on the higher authority ...
... rest being Pope's . Of the reality of this important error , which deprives Pope of a great share of his own work , and frequently weakens the effect , by attributing to the commentator what ought to be received on the higher authority ...
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... rest is of no value . " In which , methinks , his judgment resembles that of a French taylor on a villa and gardens by the Thames : " All this is very fine , but take away the river , and it is good for nothing . " But very contrary ...
... rest is of no value . " In which , methinks , his judgment resembles that of a French taylor on a villa and gardens by the Thames : " All this is very fine , but take away the river , and it is good for nothing . " But very contrary ...
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... rest , there is a slight mistake , for this younger muse was an elder . Nor was the gentle- man ( who is a friend of our author ) employed by Mr. Addison to translate it after him , since he saith himself that he did it before ...
... rest , there is a slight mistake , for this younger muse was an elder . Nor was the gentle- man ( who is a friend of our author ) employed by Mr. Addison to translate it after him , since he saith himself that he did it before ...
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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...