The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., to which is Prefixed the Life of the Author, Volume 2J. Gladding, 1836 - English poetry |
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... manner , not only my writings ( of which , being public , the public is judge ) but my person , morals , and family ; whereof , to those who know me not , a truer informa- tion may be requisite . Being divided between the necessity to ...
... manner , not only my writings ( of which , being public , the public is judge ) but my person , morals , and family ; whereof , to those who know me not , a truer informa- tion may be requisite . Being divided between the necessity to ...
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... manner of writing , in these imitations , will be much disappointed . Our author uses the Roman poet for little more ... manners . Had it been his purpose merely to paraphrase an ancient satirist , he had hardly made choice of Horace ...
... manner of writing , in these imitations , will be much disappointed . Our author uses the Roman poet for little more ... manners . Had it been his purpose merely to paraphrase an ancient satirist , he had hardly made choice of Horace ...
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... manner the Italian painters call con amore ; by which they mean , the exertion of that principle which puts the faculties on the stretch , and produces the supreme degree of excellence . For the poet had all the warmth of affection for ...
... manner the Italian painters call con amore ; by which they mean , the exertion of that principle which puts the faculties on the stretch , and produces the supreme degree of excellence . For the poet had all the warmth of affection for ...
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... manners and the mind . O ! could I mount on the Mæonian wing , Your arms , your actions , your repose to sing ; What seas you traversed , and what fields you fought ! Your country's peace , how oft , how dearly bought ! How barbarous ...
... manners and the mind . O ! could I mount on the Mæonian wing , Your arms , your actions , your repose to sing ; What seas you traversed , and what fields you fought ! Your country's peace , how oft , how dearly bought ! How barbarous ...
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... manner'- ' and yours , Talbot's sense . ' Thus we dispose of all poetic merit , Yours Milton's genius , and mine Homer's spirit . Call Tibbald Shakspeare , and he'll swear the Nine , Dear Cibber ! never match'd one ode of thine . Lord ...
... manner'- ' and yours , Talbot's sense . ' Thus we dispose of all poetic merit , Yours Milton's genius , and mine Homer's spirit . Call Tibbald Shakspeare , and he'll swear the Nine , Dear Cibber ! never match'd one ode of thine . Lord ...
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Page 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped. If foes, they write, if friends, they read me dead.
Page 11 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 10 - Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence While pure description held the place of sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flowery theme, A painted mistress, or a purling stream.
Page 131 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Page 7 - A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.' If I dislike it, 'Furies, death and rage !' If I approve, 'Commend it to the stage.
Page 306 - In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. 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.
Page 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 11 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 305 - Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 14 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.