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 A fragment of an unpublished satire of Pope intitled One thousand seven hundred and forty.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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... Ridicule his whole life long , And the fad burthen of fome merry fong . 76 80 Slander or Poifon dread from Delia's rage , Hard words or hanging , if your Judge be Page . From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate , P - x'd by her love ...
... Ridicule his whole life long , And the fad burthen of fome merry fong . 76 80 Slander or Poifon dread from Delia's rage , Hard words or hanging , if your Judge be Page . From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate , P - x'd by her love ...
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abuſe Addiſon alludes almoſt alſo anſwer Author becauſe beſt Biſhop Boileau Brutus cauſe character circumſtance Court defire deſcription deſign Dryden Dunciad eaſe Engliſh Epiſtle eſt ev'n ev'ry faid fame fatire feems firſt fome fool fuch fuperior genius HIGAN Homer honour Horace Houſe Iliad imitation inſtance intereſting juſt King laſt leſs letter lines Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Hervey manners maſter MICHIGAN moſt Muſe muſt nature NOTES numbers obſerved occafion Odyſſey paſſage perſons pleaſe pleaſure Poem Poet poetry Pope Pope's praiſe preſent publiſhed purpoſe quĉ quid quod raiſed reaſon reſpect reſt ridicule ſaid ſame Satire ſays ſeems ſeen ſenſe ſeveral ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhort ſhould Sir Robert Walpole ſome ſpeak ſpeeches ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtory ſtrange ſtrokes ſtudy ſtyle ſubject ſuch ſuppoſed taſte theſe thing thoſe tranflation UNIVE UNIVERSITY UNIVERSITY uſed verſe Virgil Virtue Walpole WARBURTON WARTON whoſe words write
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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...