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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... , and her son who brings The Smithfield Muses to the ear of Kings, I sing. Say you, her instruments the great! Call'd to this work by Dulness, Jove, and Fate; You by whose care, in vain decried and curst, Still 4 Book I.
... , and her son who brings The Smithfield Muses to the ear of Kings, I sing. Say you, her instruments the great! Call'd to this work by Dulness, Jove, and Fate; You by whose care, in vain decried and curst, Still 4 Book I.
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... Jove's block descended from on high (As sings thy great forefather Ogilby), Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog, And the hoarse nation croak'd, 'God save King Log!' Book II * ARGUMENT The King being proclaimed, the solemnity 14.
... Jove's block descended from on high (As sings thy great forefather Ogilby), Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog, And the hoarse nation croak'd, 'God save King Log!' Book II * ARGUMENT The King being proclaimed, the solemnity 14.
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