The DunciadFans of literary lampoonery will delight in the no-holds-barred, scorched-earth satire that British poet Alexander Pope unleashes in his witty masterpiece, The Dunciad. Disgusted by the teeming waves of self-proclaimed "writers" who emerged in search of a quick buck when the growing availability of cheaply printed books made sentimental stories popular with the public, Pope took it upon himself to put these hacks in their place in an epic poem lambasting their dullness and lack of refinement. |
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... Chaos and eternal Night: Fate in their dotage this fair idiot gave, Gross as her sire, and as her mother grave; Laborious, heavy, busy, bold, and blind, She ruled, in native anarchy, the mind. Still her old empire to restore she tries ...
... Chaos and eternal Night: Fate in their dotage this fair idiot gave, Gross as her sire, and as her mother grave; Laborious, heavy, busy, bold, and blind, She ruled, in native anarchy, the mind. Still her old empire to restore she tries ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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