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 A fragment of an unpublished satire of Pope intitled One thousand seven hundred and forty.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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Strana 31
... judgment of his own parts less favourable to himself ; as Mr. Co- lomies tells the story . This Critic , on a time , meeting two of his brethren , Meffrs . Gaulman and Mauffac , in the Royal Library at Paris , Gaulman , in a virtuous ...
... judgment of his own parts less favourable to himself ; as Mr. Co- lomies tells the story . This Critic , on a time , meeting two of his brethren , Meffrs . Gaulman and Mauffac , in the Royal Library at Paris , Gaulman , in a virtuous ...
Strana 42
... judgment , but Addifon ought not to be condemned by candid and impartial judges , unlefs there was collateral and much stronger evidence , than the ex parte evidence of Pope . Neither candour , nor equity , nor justice allow it . Let us ...
... judgment , but Addifon ought not to be condemned by candid and impartial judges , unlefs there was collateral and much stronger evidence , than the ex parte evidence of Pope . Neither candour , nor equity , nor justice allow it . Let us ...
Strana 45
... judgment ask'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures , much his seat , And flatter'd ev'ry day , and fome days eat : Till grown more frugal in his riper days , 235 240 He paid fome bards with port , and fome with praise ...
... judgment ask'd , and then a place : Much they extoll'd his pictures , much his seat , And flatter'd ev'ry day , and fome days eat : Till grown more frugal in his riper days , 235 240 He paid fome bards with port , and fome with praise ...
Strana 76
... judgments made by men out of their own profeffion , are little regarded . And Pope and Juvenal will make Blackmore and Tully pass for Poetalters to the world's end . WARBURTON . Pope has turned the compliment to Auguftus into a fevere ...
... judgments made by men out of their own profeffion , are little regarded . And Pope and Juvenal will make Blackmore and Tully pass for Poetalters to the world's end . WARBURTON . Pope has turned the compliment to Auguftus into a fevere ...
Strana 109
... judgment , has turn'd the Ridicule , from the doctrine , which he believed , upon those Preachers of it , whofe feafts and compota- tions in Taverns did not edify him : and fo has added surprising humour and spirit to the eafy elegance ...
... judgment , has turn'd the Ridicule , from the doctrine , which he believed , upon those Preachers of it , whofe feafts and compota- tions in Taverns did not edify him : and fo has added surprising humour and spirit to the eafy elegance ...
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Addiſon againſt alfo alludes alſo Author becauſe beſt Biſhop Boileau Brutus cauſe character CHIG circumftance Court defire Dryden Dunciad Engliſh Epiftle ev'n ev'ry expreffion faid fame fatire fays feems fentiments feveral fhall fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome fool fpeaking fpeeches fpirit ftill ftyle fubject fublime fuch fuperior genius greateſt himſelf Homer honour Horace Houſe Iliad imitation juſt King laft laſt lefs lines Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Hervey manner maſter MICHIG Minifter moft moſt muſt nature NOTES numbers obferved occafion paffage paffions perfon pleaſe pleaſure Poem Poet poetry Pope Pope's praiſe prefent profe publiſhed quæ quid quod raiſed reaſon refpect Satire ſay Shakeſpear ſhall ſhe Sir Robert Walpole SITY ſpeak ſtate ſtill ſtyle ſuch taſte thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thouſand tranflation UNIV uſe verfe verſe Virgil Virtue Walpole WARBURTON WARTON whofe whoſe words write
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...