Selected Poems of Alexander PopeCrofts, 1926 - 271 pages |
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... fool might once himself alone expose , Now one in verse makes many more in prose . ' Tis with our judgments as our watches , none Go just alike , yet each believes his own . In Poets as true genius is but rare , True Taste as seldom is ...
... fool might once himself alone expose , Now one in verse makes many more in prose . ' Tis with our judgments as our watches , none Go just alike , yet each believes his own . In Poets as true genius is but rare , True Taste as seldom is ...
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... fools . In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn Critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a Rival's , or an Eunuch's spite . All fools have still an itching to deride ...
... fools . In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn Critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a Rival's , or an Eunuch's spite . All fools have still an itching to deride ...
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... fools . Some on the leaves of ancient authors prey , Nor time nor moths e'er spoil'd so much as they . Some drily plain , without invention's aid , Write dull receipts how poems may be made . ← 105 110 115 These leave the sense , their ...
... fools . Some on the leaves of ancient authors prey , Nor time nor moths e'er spoil'd so much as they . Some drily plain , without invention's aid , Write dull receipts how poems may be made . ← 105 110 115 These leave the sense , their ...
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... fools . Whatever Nature has in worth deny'd , She gives in large recruits of needless Pride ; For as in bodies , thus in souls we find What wants in blood and spirits , swell'd with wind : Pride , where Wit fails , steps in to our ...
... fools . Whatever Nature has in worth deny'd , She gives in large recruits of needless Pride ; For as in bodies , thus in souls we find What wants in blood and spirits , swell'd with wind : Pride , where Wit fails , steps in to our ...
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... fools , Who durst depart from Aristotle's rules . Our Author , happy in a judge so nice , Produc'd his Play , and begg'd the Knight's advice ; Made him observe the subject and the plot , The manners , passions , unities ; what not ? All ...
... fools , Who durst depart from Aristotle's rules . Our Author , happy in a judge so nice , Produc'd his Play , and begg'd the Knight's advice ; Made him observe the subject and the plot , The manners , passions , unities ; what not ? All ...
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Page 13 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 11 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — The style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Page 76 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan ; The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between ; in doubt to act, or rest ; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast ; In doubt his mind or body to prefer...
Page 118 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 30 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 74 - That changed through all, and yet in all the same. Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees ; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Page 159 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis. Amphibious thing! that acting either part, The trifling head or the corrupted heart, Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board, Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord.
Page 82 - Ask where's the North? at York, 'tis on the Tweed; In Scotland, at the Orcades ; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
Page 1 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Page 108 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T