The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Volume 4T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 pages |
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Page 53
... Lintot's rubric post : Hence hymning Tyburn's elegiac lines ; Hence journals , medleys , merc'ries , magazines : Sepulchral lies , our holy walls to grace , And new - year odes , and all the Grub - street race . In clouded majesty here ...
... Lintot's rubric post : Hence hymning Tyburn's elegiac lines ; Hence journals , medleys , merc'ries , magazines : Sepulchral lies , our holy walls to grace , And new - year odes , and all the Grub - street race . In clouded majesty here ...
Page 78
... Lintot in the circle rose , " This prize is mine , who tempt it are my foes ; " With me began this genius , and shall end . " He spoke , and who with Lintot shall contend ? Fear held them mute . Alone untaught to fear , Stood dauntless ...
... Lintot in the circle rose , " This prize is mine , who tempt it are my foes ; " With me began this genius , and shall end . " He spoke , and who with Lintot shall contend ? Fear held them mute . Alone untaught to fear , Stood dauntless ...
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... Lintot , and outstript the wind . 60 As when a dab - chick waddles through the copse On feet and wings , and flies , and wades , and hops ; So lab'ring on , with shoulders , hands , and head , 65 Wide as a windmill all his figure spread ...
... Lintot , and outstript the wind . 60 As when a dab - chick waddles through the copse On feet and wings , and flies , and wades , and hops ; So lab'ring on , with shoulders , hands , and head , 65 Wide as a windmill all his figure spread ...
Page 81
... Lintot , vindicates the race , Nor heeds the brown dishonours of his face . 100 105 And now the victor stretch'd his eager hand Where th ' tall Nothing stood , or seem'd to stand ; 110 A shapeless shade , it melted from his sight , Like ...
... Lintot , vindicates the race , Nor heeds the brown dishonours of his face . 100 105 And now the victor stretch'd his eager hand Where th ' tall Nothing stood , or seem'd to stand ; 110 A shapeless shade , it melted from his sight , Like ...
Page 166
... . Dryden did not , or would not , * Milbourn , p . 2. † Ib . p . 35. Ib . p . 22 , and 102 , Ib . p . 72. Ib . p . 203. ** Ib . p . 78 . MR . POPE'S HOMER . The Homer which Lintot prints 166 CHARACTER OF MR . DRYDEN .
... . Dryden did not , or would not , * Milbourn , p . 2. † Ib . p . 35. Ib . p . 22 , and 102 , Ib . p . 72. Ib . p . 203. ** Ib . p . 78 . MR . POPE'S HOMER . The Homer which Lintot prints 166 CHARACTER OF MR . DRYDEN .
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Page 129 - Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, CHAOS! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Page 107 - Placed at the door of learning, youth to guide, We never suffer it to stand too wide. To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence...
Page 129 - Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave and die.
Page 102 - The moon-struck prophet felt the madding hour : Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night, To blot out order, and extinguish light, Of dull and venal a new world to mould, And bring Saturnian days of lead and gold.
Page 108 - Muse gave o'er, There Talbot sunk, and was a wit no more ! How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast! How many Martials were in Pulteney lost!
Page 54 - There motley Images her fancy strike, Figures ill pair'd, and Similies unlike. She sees a Mob of Metaphors advance, Pleas'd with the madness of the mazy dance: How Tragedy and Comedy embrace; How Farce and Epic get a jumbled race; How Time himself stands still at her command, Realms shift their place, and Ocean turns to land.
Page 122 - On plain experience lay foundations low, By common sense to common knowledge bred, And last, to nature's cause through nature led. All-seeing in thy mists, we want no guide, Mother of arrogance, and source of pride! 470 We nobly take the high priori road, And reason downward, till we doubt of God...
Page 59 - Round him much embryo, much abortion lay, Much future ode, and abdicated play...
Page 67 - And here she plann'd th' imperial seat of fools. Here to her chosen all her works she shows, Prose swell'd to verse, verse loitering into prose : How random thoughts now meaning chance to find. Now leave all memory of sense behind : How prologues into prefaces decay, And these to notes are fritter'd quite away : How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail...
Page 82 - Now look through fate ! behold the scene she draws ! What aids, what armies, to assert her cause ! See all her progeny, illustrious sight ! Behold, and count them, as they rise to light...