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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... whole commission ends , The players and I are , luckily , no friends . Fir'd that the house rejects him , " ' Sdeath , I'll print it , And shame the fools - your interest , Sir , with Lintot . " Lintot , dull rogue , will think your ...
... whole commission ends , The players and I are , luckily , no friends . Fir'd that the house rejects him , " ' Sdeath , I'll print it , And shame the fools - your interest , Sir , with Lintot . " Lintot , dull rogue , will think your ...
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... whole Castalian state . Proud as Apollo on his forked hill Sat full blown Bufo , 3 puff'd by every quill : 2 Addison : see Memoir prefixed to these volumes , p . lvi . 3 It seems absurd to suppose , as most of Pope's commen- tators have ...
... whole Castalian state . Proud as Apollo on his forked hill Sat full blown Bufo , 3 puff'd by every quill : 2 Addison : see Memoir prefixed to these volumes , p . lvi . 3 It seems absurd to suppose , as most of Pope's commen- tators have ...
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... whole week's war with sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands ! Bless'd be the great ! for those they take away , And those they left me - for they left me Gay ; Left me to see ...
... whole week's war with sense , Or simple pride for flattery makes demands , May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands ! Bless'd be the great ! for those they take away , And those they left me - for they left me Gay ; Left me to see ...
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... whole fortune of a man not at all related to him . The " Curll of court " means Lord Hervey . 66 5 " Mr. Pope's father , " says our author in a note on this passage , was of a gentleman's family in Oxfordshire , the head of which was ...
... whole fortune of a man not at all related to him . The " Curll of court " means Lord Hervey . 66 5 " Mr. Pope's father , " says our author in a note on this passage , was of a gentleman's family in Oxfordshire , the head of which was ...
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... whole life long , And the sad burden of some merry song . Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage ; Hard words or hanging , if your judge be Page ; 9 From furious Sappho1 scarce a milder fate , Pox'd by her love , or libell'd by her ...
... whole life long , And the sad burden of some merry song . Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage ; Hard words or hanging , if your judge be Page ; 9 From furious Sappho1 scarce a milder fate , Pox'd by her love , or libell'd by her ...
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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