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 A fragment of an unpublished satire of Pope intitled One thousand seven hundred and forty.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 3
... defirous to please , the Truth , and the Sentiment ; and if any thing offenfive , it will be only to those I am leaft forry to offend , the vicious , or the ungenerous . B 2 Many . Many will know their own pictures in it , there [ 3 ]
... defirous to please , the Truth , and the Sentiment ; and if any thing offenfive , it will be only to those I am leaft forry to offend , the vicious , or the ungenerous . B 2 Many . Many will know their own pictures in it , there [ 3 ]
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... truth and likeness . Pope . Lady Wortley Montagu begins her Address to Mr. Pope , on his Imitation of the 1ft Satire of the Second Book of Horace , in thefe words : " In two large columns , on thy motley page , Where Roman wit is ftrip ...
... truth and likeness . Pope . Lady Wortley Montagu begins her Address to Mr. Pope , on his Imitation of the 1ft Satire of the Second Book of Horace , in thefe words : " In two large columns , on thy motley page , Where Roman wit is ftrip ...
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... Truth and Innocence : " Curst be the verse , how well foe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe : Give Virtue fcandal , Innocence a fear , Or from the foft - ey'd Virgin steal a tear . " Sentiments , which no effort of ...
... Truth and Innocence : " Curst be the verse , how well foe'er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe : Give Virtue fcandal , Innocence a fear , Or from the foft - ey'd Virgin steal a tear . " Sentiments , which no effort of ...
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... truth once told ( and wherefore should we lie ? ) The Queen of Midas flept , and fo may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule , No creature fmarts fo little as a fool . Let peals of laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , Thou ...
... truth once told ( and wherefore should we lie ? ) The Queen of Midas flept , and fo may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule , No creature fmarts fo little as a fool . Let peals of laughter , Codrus ! round thee break , Thou ...
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... truth excuse , I had it from my Mother ‡ , not the Muse . Happy , if he , in whom these frailties join'd , Had heir'd as well the virtues of the mind . * Curl fet up his head for a fign . His Father was crooked , His mother was much ...
... truth excuse , I had it from my Mother ‡ , not the Muse . Happy , if he , in whom these frailties join'd , Had heir'd as well the virtues of the mind . * Curl fet up his head for a fign . His Father was crooked , His mother was much ...
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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...