The poetical works of Alexander PopeCrissy & Markley., 1865 |
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Sivu vi
... poor to purchase books . The poet delighted to represent himself as of gentle blood , " and no doubt he was by the side of his mother , the daughter of an opulent Yorkshire landowner of the name of Turner . Part of her dowry consisted ...
... poor to purchase books . The poet delighted to represent himself as of gentle blood , " and no doubt he was by the side of his mother , the daughter of an opulent Yorkshire landowner of the name of Turner . Part of her dowry consisted ...
Sivu xiii
... Poor old John Dennis published some disparaging remarks on " Cato , " and Pope , who had already lampooned Dennis in the " Essay on Criticism , " replied in the " Narrative of the Frenzy of John Dennis . " Macaulay , always unjust to ...
... Poor old John Dennis published some disparaging remarks on " Cato , " and Pope , who had already lampooned Dennis in the " Essay on Criticism , " replied in the " Narrative of the Frenzy of John Dennis . " Macaulay , always unjust to ...
Sivu xxiv
... poor old woman who lived only in his love . On no consideration would he remove himself for any length of time out of im- mediate reach of her . He might have gone with Berkeley to Italy , he might have visited Bolingbroke in France ...
... poor old woman who lived only in his love . On no consideration would he remove himself for any length of time out of im- mediate reach of her . He might have gone with Berkeley to Italy , he might have visited Bolingbroke in France ...
Sivu xxv
... poor Wycherly's utterly undone character and bemuddled Muse , forgave the old scamp , spoke kindly of him , and visited him before he died . Gay , and Garth , and Arbuthnot , and Swift , and Peterborough , and Oxford , and Bolingbroke ...
... poor Wycherly's utterly undone character and bemuddled Muse , forgave the old scamp , spoke kindly of him , and visited him before he died . Gay , and Garth , and Arbuthnot , and Swift , and Peterborough , and Oxford , and Bolingbroke ...
Sivu 2
... poor man is all the while tremb- ling with the fear of being ridiculous . If he is made to hope he may please the world , he falls under very unlucky circum- stances ; for , from the moment he prints , 2 THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE .
... poor man is all the while tremb- ling with the fear of being ridiculous . If he is made to hope he may please the world , he falls under very unlucky circum- stances ; for , from the moment he prints , 2 THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE .
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admire Æneid ancient bard beauty behold blest breast bright Charles Gildon charms Cibber court cried critics Dennis divine dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'er eclogue epic Essay on Criticism eyes fair fame fate fire flames fools genius gentle give glory goddess gods grace hand happy hath head heart Heaven hero Homer honour Iliad John Dennis kings learn'd learned Leonard Welsted LEWIS THEOBALD live lord Matthew Concanen mind muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion pastoral plain pleased poem poet poetry Pope praise pride queen rage reign rhyme rise round sacred Sappho satire sense shade shew shine sighs sing skies soft soul sylphs tears Thalestris thee Theocritus thine things thou thought throne trembling true Twas verse Virgil virtue wings words write youth
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Sivu 203 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Sivu 320 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Sivu 16 - See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go ! Around, how wide ! how deep extend below ! Vast chain of being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee, From thee to nothing.
Sivu 18 - Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Sivu 22 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Sivu 13 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore. What future bliss he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Sivu 202 - Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Sivu 197 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives ; To enjoy is to obey.
Sivu 195 - Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise ! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes ! See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies...
Sivu 197 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind ; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue.