The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq, Zväzok 4B. Law, J. Johnson, C. Dilly [and others], 1797 - 3650 strán (strany) |
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... never be found out , but by its truth and likeness . P .. Lady Wortley Montague begins her Address to Mr. Pope , on his Imitation of the 1ft Satire of the Second Book of Horace , in these words : " In two large columns , on thy motly ...
... never be found out , but by its truth and likeness . P .. Lady Wortley Montague begins her Address to Mr. Pope , on his Imitation of the 1ft Satire of the Second Book of Horace , in these words : " In two large columns , on thy motly ...
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... never to be read till our tafte is fixed and confirmed , and we are thoroughly tinctured with a knowledge of the Latin language and I mention this my opinion more freely , because I perceive many masters use a contrary method . " Dial ...
... never to be read till our tafte is fixed and confirmed , and we are thoroughly tinctured with a knowledge of the Latin language and I mention this my opinion more freely , because I perceive many masters use a contrary method . " Dial ...
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... never name Queens , Ministers , or Kings ; Keep close to Ears , and those let affes prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ? Out with it , DUNCIAD ! let the secret pass , That fecret to each fool , that he's an Ass ...
... never name Queens , Ministers , or Kings ; Keep close to Ears , and those let affes prick , ' Tis nothing - P . Nothing ? if they bite and kick ? Out with it , DUNCIAD ! let the secret pass , That fecret to each fool , that he's an Ass ...
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... never out of his hands ; they became his model ; and from them alone he learnt the whole magic of his verification . This year he began an epic Poem ; the fame which Bp . Atterbury , long after- wards , perfuaded him to burn . Befides ...
... never out of his hands ; they became his model ; and from them alone he learnt the whole magic of his verification . This year he began an epic Poem ; the fame which Bp . Atterbury , long after- wards , perfuaded him to burn . Befides ...
Strana 27
... up ( think you ) and con- cealed , never shewn to the polite world with whom he lived , nor even to the friend to whom it was addressed , till he had composed enough Were others angry : I excus'd them too ; Well TO THE SATIRES . 27.
... up ( think you ) and con- cealed , never shewn to the polite world with whom he lived , nor even to the friend to whom it was addressed , till he had composed enough Were others angry : I excus'd them too ; Well TO THE SATIRES . 27.
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Strana 337 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Strana 7 - 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 54 - 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 ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Strana 316 - Hear her black trumpet through the land proclaim, That not to be corrupted is the shame. In soldier, churchman, patriot, man in power, Tis avarice all, ambition is no more! See all our nobles begging to be slaves ! See all our fools aspiring to be knaves! The wit of cheats, the courage of a...
Strana 77 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Strana 79 - 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 207 - 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 379 - ... of both Homer's poems into one, which is yet but a fourth part as large as his. The other Epic Poets have...
Strana 398 - When we read Homer, we ought to reflect that we are reading the...
Strana 50 - If on a Pillory, or near a Throne, He gain his Prince's ear, or lose his own. Yet soft by nature, more a dupe than wit, Sappho can tell you how this man was bit; This dreaded...