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... grace , loaded with super- fluities , circumlocution , and indirectness . English writers have in general been intent upon some immediate purpose , and have not stayed to finish . In Pope , on the contrary , we have the constant effort ...
... grace , loaded with super- fluities , circumlocution , and indirectness . English writers have in general been intent upon some immediate purpose , and have not stayed to finish . In Pope , on the contrary , we have the constant effort ...
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... down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be silent , and who will not lye : To laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , And to be grave , exceeds all pow'r of face . 20 30 I sit with sad civility , I read With honest 24 PROLOGUE.
... down to judge , how wretched I ! Who can't be silent , and who will not lye : To laugh , were want of goodness and of grace , And to be grave , exceeds all pow'r of face . 20 30 I sit with sad civility , I read With honest 24 PROLOGUE.
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... Grace , ' I want a patron ; ask him for a place . ' Pitholeon libell'd me— ' but here's a letter Informs you , Sir , ' twas when he knew no better . Dare you refuse him ? Curl invites to dine , He'll write a journal , or he'll turn ...
... Grace , ' I want a patron ; ask him for a place . ' Pitholeon libell'd me— ' but here's a letter Informs you , Sir , ' twas when he knew no better . Dare you refuse him ? Curl invites to dine , He'll write a journal , or he'll turn ...
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... 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 ' Iberian lines , Now forms my quincunx , and now ranks ...
... 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 ' Iberian lines , Now forms my quincunx , and now ranks ...
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... grace . Fortune not much of humbling me can boast : Tho ' double tax'd , how little have I lost ! My life's amusements have been just the same , Before , and after standing armies came . My lands are sold , my father's house is gone ; I ...
... grace . Fortune not much of humbling me can boast : Tho ' double tax'd , how little have I lost ! My life's amusements have been just the same , Before , and after standing armies came . My lands are sold , my father's house is gone ; I ...
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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.