The Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 4J. Murray, 1882 - Poets, English |
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... never been writ , " says he , " but at his request , and for his deafness , for had he been able to converse with me , do you think I had amused my time so ill ? " This is only saying in prose what Swift himself says in verse , in his ...
... never been writ , " says he , " but at his request , and for his deafness , for had he been able to converse with me , do you think I had amused my time so ill ? " This is only saying in prose what Swift himself says in verse , in his ...
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... never published any Translation of Horace . And as to the author's practice , which he continued till his death , of changing the names at his pleasure , the publisher is made to say in the first edition ( 1728 ) : " Whoever will ...
... never published any Translation of Horace . And as to the author's practice , which he continued till his death , of changing the names at his pleasure , the publisher is made to say in the first edition ( 1728 ) : " Whoever will ...
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... never allow Pope to be in error , undertakes his defence . He says : " If Warton had paid sufficient atten- tion to the nature of the poem , he would have perceived that Bayes was endeavouring to recommend himself to the Goddess of ...
... never allow Pope to be in error , undertakes his defence . He says : " If Warton had paid sufficient atten- tion to the nature of the poem , he would have perceived that Bayes was endeavouring to recommend himself to the Goddess of ...
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... never to be made so , in complaisance to a few who are . Accordingly we find that in all ages , all vain pretenders , were they ever so poor or ever so dull , have been constantly the topics of the most candid satirists , from the ...
... never to be made so , in complaisance to a few who are . Accordingly we find that in all ages , all vain pretenders , were they ever so poor or ever so dull , have been constantly the topics of the most candid satirists , from the ...
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... never espoused their Animosities ; and can almost singly challenge this honour , not to have written a line of any man , which , through Guilt , through Shame , or through Fear , through variety of Fortune , or change of Interests , he ...
... never espoused their Animosities ; and can almost singly challenge this honour , not to have written a line of any man , which , through Guilt , through Shame , or through Fear , through variety of Fortune , or change of Interests , he ...
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Popular passages
Page 225 - 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 407 - Thus let me live, unseen, unknown. Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Page 409 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 318 - Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it : his mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Page 407 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 204 - For thee we dim the eyes, and stuff the head With all such reading as was never read : For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it : So spins the silkworm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Page 285 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The king of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Page 385 - No conquest she, but o'er herself, desir'd ; No arts essay'd, but not to be admir'd. Passion and pride were to her soul unknown, Convinc'd that virtue only is our own. So unaffected, so compos'da mind, So firm, yet soft, so strong, yet so refin'd, Heav'n, as its purest gold, by tortures try'd ; The saint sustain'd it, but the woman dy'd.
Page 112 - Fruits of dull heat, and sooterkins of wit. Next, o'er his books his eyes began to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole, How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd snug, And suck'd all o'er, like an industrious bug.
Page 333 - No'w from all Parts the swelling Kennels flow, And bear their Trophies with them as they go: Filth of all Hues and Odours seem to tell What Street they sail'd from, by their Sight and Smell.