The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope ....: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, being the prologue to the satires. Satires, epistles, and odes of Horace imitated. Epitaphs. The Dunciad, in four booksWilliam Pickering, 1835 |
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... dulness not his own ; The morals blacken'd when the writings ' scape , The libell'd person , and the pictur'd shape ; Abuse on all he lov'd , or lov'd him , spread , A friend in exile , or a father dead ; 1 1 The whisper , that , to ...
... dulness not his own ; The morals blacken'd when the writings ' scape , The libell'd person , and the pictur'd shape ; Abuse on all he lov'd , or lov'd him , spread , A friend in exile , or a father dead ; 1 1 The whisper , that , to ...
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... dulness of some son of earth ? Yet time ennobles or degrades each line ; It brighten'd Craggs's , and may darken thine . And what is fame ? the meanest have their day ; The greatest can but blaze and pass away . Grac'd as thou art with ...
... dulness of some son of earth ? Yet time ennobles or degrades each line ; It brighten'd Craggs's , and may darken thine . And what is fame ? the meanest have their day ; The greatest can but blaze and pass away . Grac'd as thou art with ...
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... dulness now must be From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me ! Permit , he cries , no stranger to your fame , To crave your sentiment , if * * * ' s your name . What speech esteem you most ? ' The king's , ' said I. But the best words ...
... dulness now must be From this thy blunderbuss discharg'd on me ! Permit , he cries , no stranger to your fame , To crave your sentiment , if * * * ' s your name . What speech esteem you most ? ' The king's , ' said I. But the best words ...
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... dulness , which are still more involuntary ; nay , as much so as personal deformity . But even this will not help them : deformity becomes an object of ridicule when a man sets up for being handsome ; and so must dulness , when he sets ...
... dulness , which are still more involuntary ; nay , as much so as personal deformity . But even this will not help them : deformity becomes an object of ridicule when a man sets up for being handsome ; and so must dulness , when he sets ...
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... to the Author of the Dunciad . A satire upon dulness is a thing that has been used and allowed in all ages . Out of thine own mouth will I judge thee , wicked Scribbler ! TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS CONCERNING OUR POET AND HIS WORKS .
... to the Author of the Dunciad . A satire upon dulness is a thing that has been used and allowed in all ages . Out of thine own mouth will I judge thee , wicked Scribbler ! TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS CONCERNING OUR POET AND HIS WORKS .
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Page 117 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone. 0 sacred weapon ! left for truth's defence, Sole dread of folly, vice, and insolence ! o all but heaven-directed hands denied,
Page 256 - High on a throne of royal state, that far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind ( Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sate.
Page 3 - whose giddy son neglects the laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life, (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum caa this plague
Page 301 - &c.] Parody on Denham, Cooper's Hill: ' O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme ; Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull: Strong without rage ; without o'erflowing full!
Page 235 - Still her old empire to restore she tries, For, born a goddess, Dulness never dies. O thou! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver! Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy chair, Or praise the court, or magnify mankind, Or thy griev'd country's copper chains unbind;
Page 137 - VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XIV. MDCCXX. 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;
Page 49 - and may darken thine. And what is fame ? the meanest have their day; The greatest can but blaze and pass away. Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honour'd, at the house of lords : Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far,) where kings and poets
Page 12 - makes. Poor guiltless I! and can I choose but smile, When every coxcomb knows me by my style ? Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe, Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear, Or from the soft ey'd virgin steal a tear! But he who hurts a harmless neighbour's peace,
Page 322 - So upright quakers please both man and God. ' Mistress! dismiss that rabble from your throne : Avaunt is Aristarchus yet unknown ? 210 Thy mighty scholiast, whose unwearied pains Made Horace dull, and humbled Milton's strains. Turn what they will to verse, their toil is vain, Critics like me shall make it prose again. [ter;
Page 13 - what was never there; Who reads but with a lust to misapply, Makes satire a lampoon, and fiction lie : A lash like mine no honest man shall dread, But all such babbling blockheads in his stead. Let Sporus 1 tremble— A .What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of asses