The works of Alexander Pope; with a memoir of the author, notes [&c.] by G. Croly, Volume 31835 |
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... ( queen Anne's ) ministry was designed by fate to en- courage fools . ' 14 But it happens , that this our poet never had any place , pension , or gratuity , in any shape , from the said glorious queen , or any of her ministers : all he ...
... ( queen Anne's ) ministry was designed by fate to en- courage fools . ' 14 But it happens , that this our poet never had any place , pension , or gratuity , in any shape , from the said glorious queen , or any of her ministers : all he ...
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... queen , by the hands of sir Robert Walpole , on the 12th of March , 1728-9 . - Schol . Vet . - P.t 1 The mighty mother , and her son . The reader ought here to be cautioned , that the mother , and not the son , is the prin- cipal agent ...
... queen , by the hands of sir Robert Walpole , on the 12th of March , 1728-9 . - Schol . Vet . - P.t 1 The mighty mother , and her son . The reader ought here to be cautioned , that the mother , and not the son , is the prin- cipal agent ...
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... queen Beholds through fogs , that magnify the scene . 80 She , tinsel'd o'er in robes of varying hues , With self - applause her wild creation views ; Sees momentary monsters rise and fall , And with her own fools - colors gilds them ...
... queen Beholds through fogs , that magnify the scene . 80 She , tinsel'd o'er in robes of varying hues , With self - applause her wild creation views ; Sees momentary monsters rise and fall , And with her own fools - colors gilds them ...
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... queen the feast recalls , What city swans once sung within the walls ; Much she revolves their arts , their ancient praise , And sure succession down from Heywood's days . She saw , with joy , the line immortal run , Each sire impress'd ...
... queen the feast recalls , What city swans once sung within the walls ; Much she revolves their arts , their ancient praise , And sure succession down from Heywood's days . She saw , with joy , the line immortal run , Each sire impress'd ...
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... Queen of Scots , ' and Cyrus the Great , ' are dead and gone . These he dressed in a sort of beggar's velvet , or a happy mixture of the thick fustian and thin pro- saic , exactly imitated in Perolla and Isidora , ' ' Cæsar in Egypt ...
... Queen of Scots , ' and Cyrus the Great , ' are dead and gone . These he dressed in a sort of beggar's velvet , or a happy mixture of the thick fustian and thin pro- saic , exactly imitated in Perolla and Isidora , ' ' Cæsar in Egypt ...
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Page 238 - Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade ; Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade ; Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Page 21 - It is impossible for us, who live in the latter ages of the world, to make observations in criticism, morality, or in any art or science, which have not been touched upon by others. We have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights.
Page 258 - The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold : Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day : 'Tis he th...
Page 82 - And here she plann'd the imperial seat of fools. Here to her chosen all her works she shows; Prose swell'd to verse, verse loitering into prose: How random thoughts now meaning chance to find, Now leave all memory of sense behind: How prologues into prefaces decay, And these to notes are fritter'd quite away: How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail...
Page 91 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Page 248 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 160 - 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 186 - She comes! she comes! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval, and of Chaos old! 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 the ethereal plain; As Argus...
Page 258 - Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air, Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects ; The tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms : Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, The promised Father of the future age.
Page 81 - Qui méprise Cotin n'estime point son roi, Et n'a, selon Cotin, ni Dieu, ni foi, ni loi.