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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... Mother, 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.
... Mother, 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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... mother grave; Laborious, heavy, busy, bold, and blind, She ruled, in native anarchy, the mind. Still her old empire to restore she tries, For, born a Goddess, Dulness never dies. O thou! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier ...
... mother grave; Laborious, heavy, busy, bold, and blind, She ruled, in native anarchy, the mind. Still her old empire to restore she tries, For, born a Goddess, Dulness never dies. O thou! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier ...
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... Mother dearer held than all The clubs of Quidnuncs, or her own Guildhall: Here stood her opium, here she nursed her owls, And here she plann'd th' imperial seat of Fools. Here to her chosen all her works she shows, Prose swell'd to ...
... Mother dearer held than all The clubs of Quidnuncs, or her own Guildhall: Here stood her opium, here she nursed her owls, And here she plann'd th' imperial seat of Fools. Here to her chosen all her works she shows, Prose swell'd to ...
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... mother, rock the throne; 'Twixt Prince and People close the curtain draw, Shade him from light, and cover him from law; Fatten the Courtier, starve the learned band, And suckle Armies, and dry-nurse the land; Till Senates nod to ...
... mother, rock the throne; 'Twixt Prince and People close the curtain draw, Shade him from light, and cover him from law; Fatten the Courtier, starve the learned band, And suckle Armies, and dry-nurse the land; Till Senates nod to ...
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