The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 1W. Suttaby, 1807 - 408 pages |
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... 'ry sentence raise , And wonder with a foolish face of praise ; Who but must laugh , if such a inan there be ! Who would not weep , if Atticus were he ! Some readers may think these lines severe , but the LIFE OF POPE . xili.
... 'ry sentence raise , And wonder with a foolish face of praise ; Who but must laugh , if such a inan there be ! Who would not weep , if Atticus were he ! Some readers may think these lines severe , but the LIFE OF POPE . xili.
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... faces ; From every face he wipes off every tear . And it stands so altered in the newer editions of Mr. Pope's works . He proceeded to lay before him all the mistakes and inaccuracies hinted at by the writers who had attacked Mr. Pope ...
... faces ; From every face he wipes off every tear . And it stands so altered in the newer editions of Mr. Pope's works . He proceeded to lay before him all the mistakes and inaccuracies hinted at by the writers who had attacked Mr. Pope ...
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... face when he corrected them , while , at the same time the translation of Homer , which he had never seen in manuscript , bore away the palm from that very translation he himself asserted was done in the true spirit of Homer ? In ...
... face when he corrected them , while , at the same time the translation of Homer , which he had never seen in manuscript , bore away the palm from that very translation he himself asserted was done in the true spirit of Homer ? In ...
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... face , We first endure , then pity , then embrace . But where the ' extreme of vice was ne'er agreed : Ask where's the north ? -at York ' tis on the Tweed ; In Scotland at the Orcades ; and there At Greenland , Zembla , or the Lord ...
... face , We first endure , then pity , then embrace . But where the ' extreme of vice was ne'er agreed : Ask where's the north ? -at York ' tis on the Tweed ; In Scotland at the Orcades ; and there At Greenland , Zembla , or the Lord ...
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... face ? What though no sacred earth allow thee room , Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb ? Yet shall thy grave with rising flowers be dress'd , And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest ...
... face ? What though no sacred earth allow thee room , Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb ? Yet shall thy grave with rising flowers be dress'd , And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest ...
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Page 156 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 43 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home; Here thou, great ANNA ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea. Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, To taste awhile the pleasures of a court. In various talk th...
Page 217 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own ? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came...
Page 82 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest, who have learned to dance : 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Page 81 - And value books, as women men, for dress : Their praise is still — the style is excellent ; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves ; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Page 32 - What Conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do; This teach me more than Hell to shun, That more than Heav'n pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives; T
Page 79 - A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ ; Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The generous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Page 374 - She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 2 - 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.
Page xxxv - In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.