The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Satires. On receiving from the Right Honourable the Lady Frances Shirley, a standish and two pens. A fragment of an unpublished satire of Pope intitled One thousand seven hundred and forty. The plan of an epic poem, to have been written in blank verse, and intitled Brutus. Preface to Homer's Iliad. Postscript to the OdysseyJ. Johnson, 1806 |
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... turn , that they do not confider to what they expofe him , when they urge him to write on ; namely , to the fufpicions and the displeasure of a Court ; who are made to believe , he is always writing ; or at least to the foolish ...
... turn , that they do not confider to what they expofe him , when they urge him to write on ; namely , to the fufpicions and the displeasure of a Court ; who are made to believe , he is always writing ; or at least to the foolish ...
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... turn them free , With all their brandish'd reams they run to me : Is there a ' Prentice , having feen two plays , Who would do fomething in his Sempftrefs ' praise- VER . 29. in the firft Ed . Dear Doctor , tell me , is not this a curfe ...
... turn them free , With all their brandish'd reams they run to me : Is there a ' Prentice , having feen two plays , Who would do fomething in his Sempftrefs ' praise- VER . 29. in the firft Ed . Dear Doctor , tell me , is not this a curfe ...
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... turn Divine . " Bless me ! a packet.- " " Tis a stranger fues , " A Virgin Tragedy , an Orphan Mufe . " If I diflike it , " Furies , death and rage ! " If I approve , " Commend it to the Stage . " There ( thank my stars ) my whole ...
... turn Divine . " Bless me ! a packet.- " " Tis a stranger fues , " A Virgin Tragedy , an Orphan Mufe . " If I diflike it , " Furies , death and rage ! " If I approve , " Commend it to the Stage . " There ( thank my stars ) my whole ...
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... turn them . When they were to his mind , he took great pleasure in them , and would fay , 7 hefe are good rhymes . WARBURTON , VER , 131. not Wife , ] These two words feem added merely for the verfe , and are what the French call a ...
... turn them . When they were to his mind , he took great pleasure in them , and would fay , 7 hefe are good rhymes . WARBURTON , VER , 131. not Wife , ] These two words feem added merely for the verfe , and are what the French call a ...
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... turns a Perfian tale for half a Crown , Just writes to make his barrenness appear , 175 180 And strains , from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who still wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , fpends little ...
... turns a Perfian tale for half a Crown , Just writes to make his barrenness appear , 175 180 And strains , from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who still wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , fpends little ...
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Page 11 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay '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.
Page 49 - Oh, let me live my own, and die so too ! (To live and die is all I have to do): Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please; Above a patron, though I condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
Page 12 - 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 217 - Nassau to Kneller's hand decreed To fix him graceful on the bounding Steed; So well in paint and stone they judg'd of merit: But Kings in Wit may want discerning spirit.
Page 311 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the venal tribe, Smile without art, and win without a bribe. Would he oblige me? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind. Come, come, at all I laugh he laughs, no doubt; The only difference is, I dare laugh out.
Page 354 - Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad. When truth or virtue an affront endures, Th' affront is mine, my friend, and should be yours.
Page 21 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Page 93 - There my Retreat, the best Companions grace, Chiefs out of War, and Statesmen out of Place. There ST JOHN mingles with my friendly Bowl, The Feast of Reason, and the Flow of Soul. And HE, whose Lightning pierc'd th...
Page 219 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.
Page 9 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...