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... poetic skill raised , when we compare them with Horace , and note the ingenuity with which the English analogue is ... poets suffered translation into Eng- lish verse upon this system . The aim was to modernise as much as possible ...
... poetic skill raised , when we compare them with Horace , and note the ingenuity with which the English analogue is ... poets suffered translation into Eng- lish verse upon this system . The aim was to modernise as much as possible ...
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... Poetry a translation of Boileau , though he has substituted English authors throughout for the French examples . And in his translation of Juvenal , Dryden could not resist introducing Shadwell's name . But Rochester ( died 1680 ) , in ...
... Poetry a translation of Boileau , though he has substituted English authors throughout for the French examples . And in his translation of Juvenal , Dryden could not resist introducing Shadwell's name . But Rochester ( died 1680 ) , in ...
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... poet . 1. A writer who , like Pope , treats social and personal themes must do so in the tone of the society for which he writes . All poetry , in the time of Pope , was written not for the country , but for the ' Town . ' Even the ...
... poet . 1. A writer who , like Pope , treats social and personal themes must do so in the tone of the society for which he writes . All poetry , in the time of Pope , was written not for the country , but for the ' Town . ' Even the ...
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... Poetry had degenerated into rhymed pamphlets . The public , barbarised by the gladiatorial spectacle of politics , could relish nothing but blows , and blows were then most applauded when they drew blood . It was impossible that Pope ...
... Poetry had degenerated into rhymed pamphlets . The public , barbarised by the gladiatorial spectacle of politics , could relish nothing but blows , and blows were then most applauded when they drew blood . It was impossible that Pope ...
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... poet . On this point conflicting opinions have been advanced by critics and editors . While some consider Pope as a malignant libeller , others have treated his satirical language as a mere cur- rent form of literature , one of his many ...
... poet . On this point conflicting opinions have been advanced by critics and editors . While some consider Pope as a malignant libeller , others have treated his satirical language as a mere cur- rent form of literature , one of his many ...
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Page 30 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Page 23 - tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Page 30 - 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 33 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, « Now high, now low, now master .up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis.
Page 33 - That Fop, whose pride affects a patron's name, Yet absent, wounds an author's honest fame: Who can your merit selfishly approve, And show the sense of it without the love...
Page 145 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he ' had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.
Page 27 - Say, for my comfort, languishing in bed, 'Just so immortal Maro held his head'; And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Page 33 - 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 119 - London, much inhabited by writers of small histories, dictionaries, and temporary poems; whence any mean production is called Grub-street" — , " lexicographer, a writer of dictionaries, a harmless drudge.
Page 144 - whispers through the trees": If crystal streams "with pleasing murmurs creep," The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with "sleep": Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.