Satires and EpistlesClarendon Press, 1872 - 164 sider |
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Side 7
... causes ; one in the manners of the age , the other in the temperament of the poet . 1. A writer who , like Pope , treats social and personal themes must do so in the tone of the society for which he writes . All poetry , in the time of ...
... causes ; one in the manners of the age , the other in the temperament of the poet . 1. A writer who , like Pope , treats social and personal themes must do so in the tone of the society for which he writes . All poetry , in the time of ...
Side 8
... that he could do better than any one what every one else was doing- sting with epigram . 2. A second and concurrent cause of Pope's satirical poetry is to be found in the personal temperament and situation 8 INTRODUCTORY .
... that he could do better than any one what every one else was doing- sting with epigram . 2. A second and concurrent cause of Pope's satirical poetry is to be found in the personal temperament and situation 8 INTRODUCTORY .
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... cause of affront — a line in The Bee , or a copy of verses upon him which was handed about in manuscript . He knowingly threw away fame to indulge his piques . Compare with this Johnson , of whom it has been said ( Macaulay's Life ) ...
... cause of affront — a line in The Bee , or a copy of verses upon him which was handed about in manuscript . He knowingly threw away fame to indulge his piques . Compare with this Johnson , of whom it has been said ( Macaulay's Life ) ...
Side 24
... cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry , and Pope . Friend to my life ! ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle song ) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which ...
... cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope , And curses wit , and poetry , and Pope . Friend to my life ! ( which did not you prolong , The world had wanted many an idle song ) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which ...
Side 35
... song . Of gentle blood , part shed in honour's cause , While yet in Britain honour had applause , 370 380 Each parent sprung - A . What fortune , pray D 2 TO THE SATIRES . 35 Welcome for thee, fair virtue! all the past...
... song . Of gentle blood , part shed in honour's cause , While yet in Britain honour had applause , 370 380 Each parent sprung - A . What fortune , pray D 2 TO THE SATIRES . 35 Welcome for thee, fair virtue! all the past...
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Side 30 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Side 23 - 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. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? 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.
Side 30 - 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...
Side 33 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, « Now high, now low, now master .up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis.
Side 33 - That Fop, whose pride affects a patron's name, Yet absent, wounds an author's honest fame: Who can your merit selfishly approve, And show the sense of it without the love...
Side 145 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he ' had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.
Side 27 - Say, for my comfort, languishing in bed, 'Just so immortal Maro held his head'; And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Side 33 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Side 119 - London, much inhabited by writers of small histories, dictionaries, and temporary poems; whence any mean production is called Grub-street" — , " lexicographer, a writer of dictionaries, a harmless drudge.
Side 144 - whispers through the trees": If crystal streams "with pleasing murmurs creep," The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with "sleep": Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.