Mr. Pope, His Life and Times, Volume 2Hutchinson & Company, 1909 - 6 pages |
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Page 375
... told , " he says , " you grow every day younger , and more of a fool , which is directly contrary to me , who grow wiser and older , and at this rate we shall never agree . I long to see you a London lady , where you are forced to wear ...
... told , " he says , " you grow every day younger , and more of a fool , which is directly contrary to me , who grow wiser and older , and at this rate we shall never agree . I long to see you a London lady , where you are forced to wear ...
Page 379
... told me they had not read Mr. Gay's play . I have certainly done right , then , to stand by my own words rather than his Grace of Grafton's [ Lord Chamberlain ] , who had neither made use of truth , judgment , nor honour , through this ...
... told me they had not read Mr. Gay's play . I have certainly done right , then , to stand by my own words rather than his Grace of Grafton's [ Lord Chamberlain ] , who had neither made use of truth , judgment , nor honour , through this ...
Page 383
... told a serious truth , which the public had said before , namely , that they were dull . " " The writer proceeds that he should have been silent if these men had not attacked his friend's moral character , and that anonymously . This ...
... told a serious truth , which the public had said before , namely , that they were dull . " " The writer proceeds that he should have been silent if these men had not attacked his friend's moral character , and that anonymously . This ...
Page 413
... told you many asked me for whom that oblique praise was meant ( in The Dunciad ' ) I did not tell you I answered it was you . Has it escaped your observation that the name is a syllable too long ? Or , if you will have it a Christian ...
... told you many asked me for whom that oblique praise was meant ( in The Dunciad ' ) I did not tell you I answered it was you . Has it escaped your observation that the name is a syllable too long ? Or , if you will have it a Christian ...
Page 419
... told several ladies were moved to tears . It is a pity Mrs. Cibber's voice and person were not a little higher ; she speaks extremely just , and seems to be mistress of her part . . . . I saw Lady Suffolk yesterday , and found that ...
... told several ladies were moved to tears . It is a pity Mrs. Cibber's voice and person were not a little higher ; she speaks extremely just , and seems to be mistress of her part . . . . I saw Lady Suffolk yesterday , and found that ...
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Page 474 - Lo, the poor Indian! Whose untutored 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 656 - 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 restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Page 492 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 480 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 443 - Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king. No wit to flatter, left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends!
Page 513 - Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. Come, then, the colours and the ground prepare ! Dip in the rainbow, trick her off in air ; Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Page 656 - 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 481 - Come then my Friend! my genius! come along; Oh, master of the poet, and the song! And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends, To man's low passions, or their glorious ends Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise; Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe ; Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, Intent to reason, or polite to please.
Page 473 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 444 - He pledged it to the knight ; the knight had wit, So kept the diamond, and the rogue was bit.