The poetical works of Alexander Pope, ed. with notes and intr. memoir by A.W. Ward1869 |
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... give than such a son . ' Of William Turner's children some were Epistle to Arbuthnot , vv . 394 ff . Imit . of Hor . bk . 11. Ep . 11. vv . 54 ff . No attention need be paid to Mrs Piozzi's statement that Pope's mother was ' a poor ...
... give than such a son . ' Of William Turner's children some were Epistle to Arbuthnot , vv . 394 ff . Imit . of Hor . bk . 11. Ep . 11. vv . 54 ff . No attention need be paid to Mrs Piozzi's statement that Pope's mother was ' a poor ...
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... Give me leave to tell you , ' he wrote to Pope as early as 1705 , ' that I know nobody so likely to equal ' Milton as the author of his earlier poems ' even at the age he wrote most of them , as yourself . ' It was Trumball who ...
... Give me leave to tell you , ' he wrote to Pope as early as 1705 , ' that I know nobody so likely to equal ' Milton as the author of his earlier poems ' even at the age he wrote most of them , as yourself . ' It was Trumball who ...
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... give vent to the wrath which had long been accumulating in his sensitive mind . He entertained a genuine hatred of the petty scribblers who infested the literary atmosphere ; no less than a personal feeling of vengefulness against many ...
... give vent to the wrath which had long been accumulating in his sensitive mind . He entertained a genuine hatred of the petty scribblers who infested the literary atmosphere ; no less than a personal feeling of vengefulness against many ...
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... give the pleasure which finished copies of verse can never fail to afford to an educated ear . Eloisa to Abelard is an equally felicitous imitation of a long - accepted style . The Rape of the Lock was a novelty in English , but not in ...
... give the pleasure which finished copies of verse can never fail to afford to an educated ear . Eloisa to Abelard is an equally felicitous imitation of a long - accepted style . The Rape of the Lock was a novelty in English , but not in ...
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... give up all the reasonable aims of life for it . There are indeed some advantages accruing from a Genius to Poetry , and they are all I can think of : the agreeable power of self - amusement when a man is idle or alone ; the privilege ...
... give up all the reasonable aims of life for it . There are indeed some advantages accruing from a Genius to Poetry , and they are all I can think of : the agreeable power of self - amusement when a man is idle or alone ; the privilege ...
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Стр. 45 - 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.
Стр. 92 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Стр. 77 - Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. 'Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
Стр. 195 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Стр. 235 - twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this Cheek a little Red.
Стр. 200 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent Spreads undivided, operates unspent, Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Стр. 283 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : 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 awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend.
Стр. 57 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Стр. 277 - While wits and templars ev'ry 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 tho' my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Стр. 58 - 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 try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.