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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... sphere , Secure to be 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 AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 75.
... sphere , Secure to be 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 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 52 - 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 226 - 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 75 - 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 57 - 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 109 - 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 239 - 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 226 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ! Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ! What, though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 70 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart...
Page 62 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To be, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire ; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 92 - 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.