The Poetical Works of Alex. Pope: With a Sketch of the Author's LifeBaynes and Son, 1825 - 524 pages |
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... writ . ing . As he read the classics , he amused himself with trans- lating them ; and at fourteen made a version of the first book of " The Thebais , " which , with some revision , he after- ward published . He must have been at this ...
... writ . ing . As he read the classics , he amused himself with trans- lating them ; and at fourteen made a version of the first book of " The Thebais , " which , with some revision , he after- ward published . He must have been at this ...
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... writ unlocks the learned store , Consults the dead , and lives past ages o'er : Or wandering thoughtful in the silent wood , Attends the duties of the wise and good , To observe a mean , be to himself a friend , To follow Nature , and ...
... writ unlocks the learned store , Consults the dead , and lives past ages o'er : Or wandering thoughtful in the silent wood , Attends the duties of the wise and good , To observe a mean , be to himself a friend , To follow Nature , and ...
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... writ : Survey the whole , nor seek slight faults to find When nature moves , and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose , for that malignant , dull delight , The gen'rous pleasure to be charm'd with wit . But , in such lays as neither ebb ...
... writ : Survey the whole , nor seek slight faults to find When nature moves , and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose , for that malignant , dull delight , The gen'rous pleasure to be charm'd with wit . But , in such lays as neither ebb ...
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... writ ; Nay wits had pensions , and young lords had wit : The fair sat panting at a courtier's play , And not a mask went unimproved away ; The modest fan was lifted up no more , And virgins smiled at what they blush'd before . The ...
... writ ; Nay wits had pensions , and young lords had wit : The fair sat panting at a courtier's play , And not a mask went unimproved away ; The modest fan was lifted up no more , And virgins smiled at what they blush'd before . The ...
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... writ , Yet judged with coolness , though he sung with fire ; His precepts teach but what his works inspire . Our critics take a contrary extreme , They judge with fury , but they write with phlegm : Nor suffers Horace more in wrong ...
... writ , Yet judged with coolness , though he sung with fire ; His precepts teach but what his works inspire . Our critics take a contrary extreme , They judge with fury , but they write with phlegm : Nor suffers Horace more in wrong ...
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Page 268 - Dreading ev'n fools ; by flatterers besieged, And so obliging that he ne'er obliged ; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 226 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw ; And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 199 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Page 52 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation....
Page 62 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 197 - Vast chain of Being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing. On superior...
Page 78 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 225 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue.
Page 85 - Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine, (The victor cried) the glorious prize is mine ! While fish in streams, or birds delight in air, Or in a coach and six the British fair, As long as Atalantis shall be read...
Page 59 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.