The poetical works of Alexander PopeCrissy & Markley., 1865 |
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... sure , " because I had not then read any of the ancient critics , and did not know that it was all stolen . " The essay was warmly praised by Addison in the Spectator , but denounced with insane fury by Dennis , who fancied that his ...
... sure , " because I had not then read any of the ancient critics , and did not know that it was all stolen . " The essay was warmly praised by Addison in the Spectator , but denounced with insane fury by Dennis , who fancied that his ...
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... and criticism being by no means the universal concern of the world , but only the affair of idle men who write in their closets , and of idle men who read there . A Yet sure , upon the whole , a bad author THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE,
... and criticism being by no means the universal concern of the world , but only the affair of idle men who write in their closets , and of idle men who read there . A Yet sure , upon the whole , a bad author THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE,
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Alexander Pope. Yet sure , upon the whole , a bad author deserves better usage than a bad critic ; for a writer's endeavour , for the most part , is to please his readers , and he fails merely through the misfortune of an ill judgment ...
Alexander Pope. Yet sure , upon the whole , a bad author deserves better usage than a bad critic ; for a writer's endeavour , for the most part , is to please his readers , and he fails merely through the misfortune of an ill judgment ...
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... sure to be commended by the best and most knowing , he is as sure of being envied by the worst and most ignorant , which are the majority ; for it is with a fine genius as with a fine fashion , all those are displeased at it who are not ...
... sure to be commended by the best and most knowing , he is as sure of being envied by the worst and most ignorant , which are the majority ; for it is with a fine genius as with a fine fashion , all those are displeased at it who are not ...
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... Sure never to o'ershoot , but just to hit ; While still too wide or short is human wit ; Sure by quick nature happiness to gain , Which heavier reason labours at in vain . This too serves always , reason never long ; One must go right ...
... Sure never to o'ershoot , but just to hit ; While still too wide or short is human wit ; Sure by quick nature happiness to gain , Which heavier reason labours at in vain . This too serves always , reason never long ; One must go right ...
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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.