An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 |
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Joseph Warton. Then at Aurora , whose fair hand Remov'd them from the skies , He gazing tow'rds the East did stand , She entertain'd his eyes . But when the bright sun did appear , All those he ' gan despise ; His wonder was determin'd ...
Joseph Warton. Then at Aurora , whose fair hand Remov'd them from the skies , He gazing tow'rds the East did stand , She entertain'd his eyes . But when the bright sun did appear , All those he ' gan despise ; His wonder was determin'd ...
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... hand - writing of Boling- broke , and drawn up in a series of propositions , which POPE was to versify and illustrate : in doing which , our poet , it must be confessed , left several passages so expressed , as to be fa- vourable ...
... hand - writing of Boling- broke , and drawn up in a series of propositions , which POPE was to versify and illustrate : in doing which , our poet , it must be confessed , left several passages so expressed , as to be fa- vourable ...
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... hand just rais'd to shed his blood . † The tenderness of this striking image , and parti- cularly the circumstance in the last line , has an artful effect in alleviating the dryness in the ar- gumentative parts of the Essay , and ...
... hand just rais'd to shed his blood . † The tenderness of this striking image , and parti- cularly the circumstance in the last line , has an artful effect in alleviating the dryness in the ar- gumentative parts of the Essay , and ...
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... as blest as thou canst bear : Safe in the hand of one disposing pow'r , Or in the natal , or the mortal hour . * * Ver . 285 . I cannot nour . I cannot resist the pleasure of illustrating this AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 75.
... as blest as thou canst bear : Safe in the hand of one disposing pow'r , Or in the natal , or the mortal hour . * * Ver . 285 . I cannot nour . I cannot resist the pleasure of illustrating this AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 75.
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... hand with earnestness , said , " This is one of the best truths you have ever uttered . I am not one of those sublime geniuses of whom you speak ; but such as I am , I must declare I have never wrote any thing in my life with which I ...
... hand with earnestness , said , " This is one of the best truths you have ever uttered . I am not one of those sublime geniuses of whom you speak ; but such as I am , I must declare I have never wrote any thing in my life with which I ...
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Page 236 - Peace to all such ! but were there One whose fires True Genius kindles, and fair Fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Page 77 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Page 111 - Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly ; That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'J In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good.
Page 64 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 249 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. 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...
Page 180 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Page 59 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 205 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 287 - There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul...
Page 94 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flowery lawn: Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.