The Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 5

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J.F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822
 

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Page 289 - 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.
Page 22 - Boileau has so very well enlarged upon in the preface to his works, that wit and fine writing doth not consist so much in advancing things that are new, as in giving things that are known an agreeable turn.
Page 367 - How fluent nonsense trickles from his tongue ! How sweet the periods, neither said, nor sung! Still break the benches, Henley ! with thy strain, While Sherlock, Hare, and Gibson preach in vain. Oh, great restorer of the good old stage, Preacher at once, and zany of thy age ! Oh, worthy thou of Egypt's wise abodes, A decent priest, where monkeys were the gods...
Page 366 - Pegasus's neck ; Down, down they larum, with impetuous whirl, The Pindars, and the Miltons of a Curl. " Silence, ye Wolves ! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous — Answer him, ye Owls ! 166 " Sense, speech, and measure, living tongues and dead, Let all give way, and Morris may be read.
Page 244 - As fancy opens the quick springs of sense, We ply the memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath, And keep them in the pale of words till death.
Page 286 - In vain, in vain ! The all-composing hour Resistless falls ; the Muse obeys the power. She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne...
Page 246 - Some gentle JAMES, to bless the land again; To stick the Doctor's Chair into the Throne, Give law to Words, or war with Words alone, Senates and Courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the Council to a Grammar School! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful Day, 'Tis in the shade of Arbitrary Sway.
Page 250 - 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.
Page 334 - Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep, Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep, 'Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day, Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play; How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie, How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry ; Maggots half-form'd in rhyme exactly meet, And learn to crawl upon poetic feet.
Page 233 - But soon, ah soon, Rebellion will commence, If Music meanly borrows aid from Sense. Strong in new Arms, lo! Giant HANDEL stands, Like bold Briareus, with a hundred hands; To stir, to rouse, to shake the soul he comes, And Jove's own Thunders follow Mars's Drums. Arrest him, Empress ; or you sleep no more — ' She heard, and drove him to th

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