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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... dropt it from his quiv'ring hand; Then lights the structure with averted eyes: The rolling smoke involves the sacrifice. The opening clouds disclose each work by turns, Now flames the Cid, and now Perolla burns; Great Cæsar roars and ...
... dropt it from his quiv'ring hand; Then lights the structure with averted eyes: The rolling smoke involves the sacrifice. The opening clouds disclose each work by turns, Now flames the Cid, and now Perolla burns; Great Cæsar roars and ...
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... dropt the name of God; Back to the Devil the last echoes roll, And 'Coll!' each butcher roars at Hockley-hole. So when Jove's block descended from on high (As sings thy great forefather Ogilby), Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog ...
... dropt the name of God; Back to the Devil the last echoes roll, And 'Coll!' each butcher roars at Hockley-hole. So when Jove's block descended from on high (As sings thy great forefather Ogilby), Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog ...
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