The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Satires. On receiving from the Right Honourable the Lady Frances Shirley, a standish and two pens. A fragment of an unpublished satire of Pope intitled One thousand seven hundred and forty. The plan of an epic poem, to have been written in blank verse, and intitled Brutus. Preface to Homer's Iliad. Postscript to the OdysseyJ. Johnson, 1806 |
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Page 72
... kind , in a few months . " Tranfcribed from Spence's Anecdotes , 1754 . No parts of our Author's Works have been more admired than thofe Imitations . The aptnefs of the allufions , and the hap- piness of many of the parallels , give a ...
... kind , in a few months . " Tranfcribed from Spence's Anecdotes , 1754 . No parts of our Author's Works have been more admired than thofe Imitations . The aptnefs of the allufions , and the hap- piness of many of the parallels , give a ...
Page 74
... kind , on the barbarity and mifery of our ifland , one cannot help reflecting on the furprifing fate and revolutions of kingdoms ; how Rome , once the miftrefs F. I'd write no more . P. Not write ? .3 of 74 Book II . IMITATIONS.
... kind , on the barbarity and mifery of our ifland , one cannot help reflecting on the furprifing fate and revolutions of kingdoms ; how Rome , once the miftrefs F. I'd write no more . P. Not write ? .3 of 74 Book II . IMITATIONS.
Page 84
... Mackenzie died about this time , and was supposed to have been poisoned from jealousy . A hint of this kind was fufficient for Pope . The perfon alluded to was Lady D ne . 76 " Peace is my dear delight - not FLEURY'S 84 BOOK II .
... Mackenzie died about this time , and was supposed to have been poisoned from jealousy . A hint of this kind was fufficient for Pope . The perfon alluded to was Lady D ne . 76 " Peace is my dear delight - not FLEURY'S 84 BOOK II .
Page 126
... kind treatment from the Faculty . They are in general the most amiable companions , and the beft friends , as well as the most learned men I know . " WARBURTON . VER . 65. to abhor ; -more . ] Dr King informed me that these were two of ...
... kind treatment from the Faculty . They are in general the most amiable companions , and the beft friends , as well as the most learned men I know . " WARBURTON . VER . 65. to abhor ; -more . ] Dr King informed me that these were two of ...
Page 135
... kind , and let the wretch alone : But fhew me one who has it in his pow'r To act confiftent with himself an hour . 132 135 140 Sir Job fail'd forth , the ev'ning bright and ftill , " No place on earth ( he cry'd ) like Greenwich - hill ...
... kind , and let the wretch alone : But fhew me one who has it in his pow'r To act confiftent with himself an hour . 132 135 140 Sir Job fail'd forth , the ev'ning bright and ftill , " No place on earth ( he cry'd ) like Greenwich - hill ...
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Page 11 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 49 - Oh, let me live my own, and die so too ! (To live and die is all I have to do): Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please; Above a patron, though I condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
Page 12 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide. By land, by water, they renew the charge; They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Page 217 - Nassau to Kneller's hand decreed To fix him graceful on the bounding Steed; So well in paint and stone they judg'd of merit: But Kings in Wit may want discerning spirit.
Page 311 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the venal tribe, Smile without art, and win without a bribe. Would he oblige me? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind. Come, come, at all I laugh he laughs, no doubt; The only difference is, I dare laugh out.
Page 354 - Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad. When truth or virtue an affront endures, Th' affront is mine, my friend, and should be yours.
Page 21 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Page 93 - There my Retreat, the best Companions grace, Chiefs out of War, and Statesmen out of Place. There ST JOHN mingles with my friendly Bowl, The Feast of Reason, and the Flow of Soul. And HE, whose Lightning pierc'd th...
Page 219 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.
Page 9 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...