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... , Burlington , Bathurst , Bolingbroke , Atter- bury , Swift , Arbuthnot , Gay , Pope's parents , and even his nurse , were abused in the publications of Moore , Ducket , Welsted , & c . Yet soft by nature , more a dupe than wit OF POPE .
... , Burlington , Bathurst , Bolingbroke , Atter- bury , Swift , Arbuthnot , Gay , Pope's parents , and even his nurse , were abused in the publications of Moore , Ducket , Welsted , & c . Yet soft by nature , more a dupe than wit OF POPE .
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... Welsted's lie.2 To please a mistress one aspers'd his life ; He lash'd him not , but let her be his wife : Let Budgell charge low Grub - street on his quill , And write whate'er he pleas'd , except his will ; Let the two Curlls of town ...
... Welsted's lie.2 To please a mistress one aspers'd his life ; He lash'd him not , but let her be his wife : Let Budgell charge low Grub - street on his quill , And write whate'er he pleas'd , except his will ; Let the two Curlls of town ...
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... WELSTED , who , out of great respect to our poet , not naming him , doth yet glance at his Essay , together with the Duke of Buckingham's , and the criticisms of Dryden , and of Horace , which he more openly taxeth : 16 ' As to the ...
... WELSTED , who , out of great respect to our poet , not naming him , doth yet glance at his Essay , together with the Duke of Buckingham's , and the criticisms of Dryden , and of Horace , which he more openly taxeth : 16 ' As to the ...
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... - ship with him to whom he sends them ? ' Dennis , Remarks on the Dunciad , p . 50. Mr. Dennis is therefore welcome to take this piece to himself . And MR . LEONARD WELSTED thus wrote49 to the unknown 184 TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS .
... - ship with him to whom he sends them ? ' Dennis , Remarks on the Dunciad , p . 50. Mr. Dennis is therefore welcome to take this piece to himself . And MR . LEONARD WELSTED thus wrote49 to the unknown 184 TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS .
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With a Life Alexander Pope. And MR . LEONARD WELSTED thus wrote49 to the unknown author on the first publication of the said Essay : ' I must own , after the reception which the vilest and most immoral ribaldry hath lately met with , I ...
With a Life Alexander Pope. And MR . LEONARD WELSTED thus wrote49 to the unknown author on the first publication of the said Essay : ' I must own , after the reception which the vilest and most immoral ribaldry hath lately met with , I ...
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Populære avsnitt
Side 14 - 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 360 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly ! In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Side 117 - 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.
Side 7 - 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? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Side 16 - 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...
Side 8 - Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Side 141 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust ; But that the worthy and the good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY...
Side 3 - 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 must end me, a fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Side 360 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Side 3 - And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life ! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song...