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 desired them to be his admirers , nor promised in return to be theirs . That had truly been a sign he was of their acquaintance ; but would not the malicious world have suspected such an appro- bation of some motive worse than ...
... never desired them to be his admirers , nor promised in return to be theirs . That had truly been a sign he was of their acquaintance ; but would not the malicious world have suspected such an appro- bation of some motive worse than ...
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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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Popular passages
Page 223 - 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 380 - 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, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 403 - Thus let me live, unseen, unknown. Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Page 405 - 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 316 - 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 196 - To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence,' As Fancy opens the quick springs of Sense, We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death...
Page 405 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying : Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Page 148 - 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 403 - 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 191 - When lo! a Harlot form soft sliding by, With mincing step, small voice, and languid eye: Foreign her air, her robe's discordant pride In patch-work flutt'ring, and her head aside: By singing Peers up-held on either hand, She tripp'd and laugh'd, too pretty much to stand: Cast on the prostrate Nine a scornful look, Then thus in quaint Recitative spoke.