The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volume 31863 |
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... I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago . Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Bishop Boulter , the friend and patron of Ambrose Philips . Dipp'd me in ink , my parents ' , or 6 THE POEMS.
... I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago . Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Bishop Boulter , the friend and patron of Ambrose Philips . Dipp'd me in ink , my parents ' , or 6 THE POEMS.
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... too late ? ( For I , who hold sage Homer's rule the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest . ) " Pray heaven it last ! ( cries Swift ) as you go on ; I wish to God this house had been your own OF POPE . 31.
... too late ? ( For I , who hold sage Homer's rule the best , Welcome the coming , speed the going guest . ) " Pray heaven it last ! ( cries Swift ) as you go on ; I wish to God this house had been your own OF POPE . 31.
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... Homer's mice , Or gods to save them in a trice ! ( It was by Providence , they think , For your damn'd stucco has no chink ) ' An't please your honour , ' quoth the peasant , " This same dessert is not so pleasant : Give me again my ...
... Homer's mice , Or gods to save them in a trice ! ( It was by Providence , they think , For your damn'd stucco has no chink ) ' An't please your honour , ' quoth the peasant , " This same dessert is not so pleasant : Give me again my ...
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... Homer ) since I live and thrive , Indebted to no prince or peer alive , Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes , If I would scribble rather than repose . 8 Dr. Monroe was physician to Bedlam Hospital . Years following years steal ...
... Homer ) since I live and thrive , Indebted to no prince or peer alive , Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes , If I would scribble rather than repose . 8 Dr. Monroe was physician to Bedlam Hospital . Years following years steal ...
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... Homer's spirit . Call Tibbald Shakspeare , and he'll swear the Nine , Dear Cibber ! never match'd one ode of thine . Lord ! how we strut through Merlin's cave , to see No poets there but Stephen , you , and me . 8 Walk with respect ...
... Homer's spirit . Call Tibbald Shakspeare , and he'll swear the Nine , Dear Cibber ! never match'd one ode of thine . Lord ! how we strut through Merlin's cave , to see No poets there but Stephen , you , and me . 8 Walk with respect ...
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abused admire Æneid Ambrose Philips ancient bard Bavius Behold Bishop bless'd called character Charles Gildon Cibber Concanen court cries Curll Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness dunce Dunciad e'en Edmund Curll epic EPISTLE Eridanus Essay on Criticism eyes fame fate folly fool genius Gildon goddess grace hath head heaven hero Homer honour Horace Iliad IMITATIONS James Moore king knave labour Laureate learned LEONARD WELSTED Letter LEWIS THEOBALD live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Hervey lov'd MIST'S JOURNAL moral muse ne'er never o'er octavo Oldmixon once Ovid person pleas'd poem poet poet's poetry Pope Pope's praise prince printed proud queen REMARKS rhyme saith satire Scriblerus sing song soul sure Swift thee Theobald things thou translation truth verse VIRG Virgil virtue Welsted Whig wings words writ write youth
Popular passages
Page 8 - Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar Toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Page 8 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 352 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly ! In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Page 352 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Page 135 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Page 129 - Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Blest peer ! his great forefathers...
Page 72 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that Ion*; have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spake ; Or bid the new be English ages hence (For use will father what's begot by sense); Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue...