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I revere the memory of Pope , I respect and honour his abilities ; but I do not think
him at the head of his profession . In other words , in that species of poetry
wherein : VOL . I . Pope Pope excelled , he is superior to all mankind : TO THE.
I revere the memory of Pope , I respect and honour his abilities ; but I do not think
him at the head of his profession . In other words , in that species of poetry
wherein : VOL . I . Pope Pope excelled , he is superior to all mankind : TO THE.
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... and to impress on the reader , that a clear head , and acute understanding , are
not sufficient , alone , to make a poer ; that the most solid observations on human
life , expressed with the utmost elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not ...
... and to impress on the reader , that a clear head , and acute understanding , are
not sufficient , alone , to make a poer ; that the most solid observations on human
life , expressed with the utmost elegance and brevity , are MORALITY , and not ...
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At the head of these are Dryden , Prior , Addison , Cowley , WalLER , GARTH ,
Fenton , Gay , Denham , PARNELL . In the third class may be placed men of wit ,
of elegant taste , and lively fancy in describing familiar life , though not the higher
...
At the head of these are Dryden , Prior , Addison , Cowley , WalLER , GARTH ,
Fenton , Gay , Denham , PARNELL . In the third class may be placed men of wit ,
of elegant taste , and lively fancy in describing familiar life , though not the higher
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... While your Alexis pines in hopeless love In those fair fields where sacred Isis
glides , Or else where Cam his winding vales divides . f Where were ye , nymphs
, when the remorseless deep Clos ' d o ' er the head of your lov ' d Lycidas ?
... While your Alexis pines in hopeless love In those fair fields where sacred Isis
glides , Or else where Cam his winding vales divides . f Where were ye , nymphs
, when the remorseless deep Clos ' d o ' er the head of your lov ' d Lycidas ?
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permitted to creep among the leaves of ivy and fern that compose the chaplet
which adorns your head . " * Pope has thus altered this image : Oh ! were I made ,
by some transforming pow ' r , The captive bird that sings within thy bow ' r !
permitted to creep among the leaves of ivy and fern that compose the chaplet
which adorns your head . " * Pope has thus altered this image : Oh ! were I made ,
by some transforming pow ' r , The captive bird that sings within thy bow ' r !
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Page 145 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Page 224 - Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, -. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes...
Page 134 - Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky, Th' eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last: But, those attain'd, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way, Th' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes.
Page 7 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...
Page 315 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 220 - Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown ; And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own. CANTO II. NOT with more glories, in th...
Page 390 - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
Page 223 - On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 130 - From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Page 148 - Poets that lasting marble seek Must carve in Latin or in Greek, We write in sand, our language grows, And like the tide our work o'erflows.