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... beauty , that he thought it was " not flattery at all to say , that Virgil had written nothing so good at his age , " and requested Wycherley to make him acquainted with our poet . Ere long , Pope had to reckon Walsh among the kindest ...
... beauty , that he thought it was " not flattery at all to say , that Virgil had written nothing so good at his age , " and requested Wycherley to make him acquainted with our poet . Ere long , Pope had to reckon Walsh among the kindest ...
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... beauty . Mr. Bowles - after observ- ing that Pope hints in one place that she was the 1 She is called " Mrs. W- " in Pope's Correspondence . [ The lady was apparently a Mrs. Weston ; and if so , most of the touching circumstances of the ...
... beauty . Mr. Bowles - after observ- ing that Pope hints in one place that she was the 1 She is called " Mrs. W- " in Pope's Correspondence . [ The lady was apparently a Mrs. Weston ; and if so , most of the touching circumstances of the ...
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... beauty and wit of this celebrated woman had made a strong impression on the poet ; and it certainly appears from his letters that his feelings towards her were more akin to love than friend- ship . Soon after her departure , Pope wrote ...
... beauty and wit of this celebrated woman had made a strong impression on the poet ; and it certainly appears from his letters that his feelings towards her were more akin to love than friend- ship . Soon after her departure , Pope wrote ...
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... beauty . If he has not very good sense ( and indeed there are twenty men of wit for one man of sense ) , his living thus in a course of flattery may put him in no small danger of becoming a coxcomb : if he has , he will con- sequently ...
... beauty . If he has not very good sense ( and indeed there are twenty men of wit for one man of sense ) , his living thus in a course of flattery may put him in no small danger of becoming a coxcomb : if he has , he will con- sequently ...
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... beauty in itself , and that it be different in every eclogue . Besides , in each of them a designed scene or prospect is to be presented to our view , which should likewise have its variety . This variety is obtained , in a great degree ...
... beauty in itself , and that it be different in every eclogue . Besides , in each of them a designed scene or prospect is to be presented to our view , which should likewise have its variety . This variety is obtained , in a great degree ...
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Page 82 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home : Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Page lvii - Peace to all such! But were there One whose fires True Genius kindles and fair Fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Page lvii - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Page 47 - See a long race thy spacious courts adorn ! See future sons and daughters, yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies...
Page 78 - 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.
Page 44 - And hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air ; Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects ; The tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand and in his bosom warms ; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, The promised father of the future age.
Page 45 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,' Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er ; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more ; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Page 117 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.
Page 86 - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round : On shining altars of Japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide : At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Page 79 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire.