The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 62
Page
... thoughts of publishing it , till it pleased fome persons of rank and fortune [ the authors of Verses to the Imitator ... thought it the shortest way to put the laft hand to this Epiftle . If it have any thing pleasing , it will be that ...
... thoughts of publishing it , till it pleased fome persons of rank and fortune [ the authors of Verses to the Imitator ... thought it the shortest way to put the laft hand to this Epiftle . If it have any thing pleasing , it will be that ...
Page 12
... thought a lye in verse or prose the same , That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long , But ftoop'd to truth , and moraliz'd his fong : That not for fame , but virtue's better end , He stood the furious foe , the timid friend , The ...
... thought a lye in verse or prose the same , That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long , But ftoop'd to truth , and moraliz'd his fong : That not for fame , but virtue's better end , He stood the furious foe , the timid friend , The ...
Page 13
... thought no wife a whore : 380 Hear this , and spare his family , James Moore ! 385 Unfpotted names , and memorable long ! If there be force in virtue , or in fong . Of gentle blood ( part shed in Honour's cause , While yet in Britain ...
... thought no wife a whore : 380 Hear this , and spare his family , James Moore ! 385 Unfpotted names , and memorable long ! If there be force in virtue , or in fong . Of gentle blood ( part shed in Honour's cause , While yet in Britain ...
Page 14
... thought , explain the asking eye , And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend , May heav'n , to blefs thofe days , preferve my friend , 415 Preferve him focial , chearful , and ferene , And ...
... thought , explain the asking eye , And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend , May heav'n , to blefs thofe days , preferve my friend , 415 Preferve him focial , chearful , and ferene , And ...
Page 20
... thoughts and mine . " Just so a Roman lawyer , and a Greek hiftorian thought of the poetry of Cicero . But thefe being judgments made by men out of their own profeffion , are little regarded . And Pope and Juvenal will make Blackmore ...
... thoughts and mine . " Just so a Roman lawyer , and a Greek hiftorian thought of the poetry of Cicero . But thefe being judgments made by men out of their own profeffion , are little regarded . And Pope and Juvenal will make Blackmore ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
abuſe Æneid affures againſt alfo alſo antient Bavius becauſe called caufe cauſe character Cibber Codrus court critics Curl Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulneſs Dunce Dunciad Effay ev'n ev'ry faid fame fatire fecond feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fince fing firft firſt fome fool foon foul ftands ftill fubject fuch fure genius Goddeſs greateſt hath hero himſelf Homer honeft honour Horace houſe Iliad itſelf juft juſt king laft laſt learned leaſt lefs Letter lord moft moſt Mufe muft muſt never numbers o'er obferve occafion octavo Ovid perfons pleaſe pleaſure poem poet Pope praiſe prefent printed profe publiſhed reafon reft rhyme ſay SCRIBL Scriblerus Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſome ſtate ſuch thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro tranflated truth uſe verfe verſes Virgil virtue whofe whoſe words worfe writ write
Popular passages
Page 127 - And here give me leave to mention what Monsieur Boileau has so well enlarged upon in the preface to his works: That wit and fine writing doth not consist so much in advancing things that are new, as in giving things that are known an agreeable turn.
Page 2 - Pope. Friend to my life, (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love?
Page 104 - 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 touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
Page 3 - The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus ! round thee break, 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro...
Page 9 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or, at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Page 281 - We only furnish what he cannot use, Or wed to what he must divorce, a muse: Full in the midst of Euclid dip at once, And petrify a genius to a dunce: Or set on metaphysic ground to prance, Show all his paces, not a step advance.
Page 11 - If on a pillory, or near a throne, He gain his prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit...
Page 2 - 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 can this plague remove?
Page 171 - Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, Where o'er the gates, by his fam'd father's hand Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand; One Cell there is, conceal'd from vulgar eye, The Cave of Poverty and Poetry. Keen, hollow winds howl thro' the bleak recess, Emblem of Music caus'd by Emptiness.
Page 127 - ... or science, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...