The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with a life, by A. Dyce, Volum 31863 |
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Side 8
... Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never answer'd ; I was not in debt . If want provok'd , or madness made them print , I wag'd no war with Bedlam or the Mint . Did some more sober critic come abroad ; If wrong , I smil'd , if right , I ...
... Dennis rave in furious fret ; I never answer'd ; I was not in debt . If want provok'd , or madness made them print , I wag'd no war with Bedlam or the Mint . Did some more sober critic come abroad ; If wrong , I smil'd , if right , I ...
Side 12
... Dennis be alive or dead . Why am I ask'd what next shall see the light ? Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? " I found him close with ...
... Dennis be alive or dead . Why am I ask'd what next shall see the light ? Heavens ! was I born for nothing but to write ? Has life no joys for me ? or ( to be grave ) Have I no friend to serve , no soul to save ? " I found him close with ...
Side 16
... Dennis will confess Foe to his pride , but friend to his distress : So humble , he has knock'd at Tibbald's door , Has drunk with Cibber , nay , has rhym'd for Moore . Full ten years slander'd , did he once reply ? Three thousand suns ...
... Dennis will confess Foe to his pride , but friend to his distress : So humble , he has knock'd at Tibbald's door , Has drunk with Cibber , nay , has rhym'd for Moore . Full ten years slander'd , did he once reply ? Three thousand suns ...
Side 71
... Dennis swear ' No Lord's anointed , but a Russian bear . ' Not with such majesty , such bold relief , The forms august of king , or conquering chief , E'er swell'd on marble , as in verse have shin'd ( In polish'd verse ) the manners ...
... Dennis swear ' No Lord's anointed , but a Russian bear . ' Not with such majesty , such bold relief , The forms august of king , or conquering chief , E'er swell'd on marble , as in verse have shin'd ( In polish'd verse ) the manners ...
Side 158
... DENNIS , REMARKS ON PRINCE ARTHUR . I CANNOT but think it the most reasonable thing in the world to distinguish good writers , by dis- couraging the bad : nor is it an ill - natured thing , in relation even to the very persons upon whom ...
... DENNIS , REMARKS ON PRINCE ARTHUR . I CANNOT but think it the most reasonable thing in the world to distinguish good writers , by dis- couraging the bad : nor is it an ill - natured thing , in relation even to the very persons upon whom ...
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Populære avsnitt
Side 8 - Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar Toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Side 8 - 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 352 - 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 352 - 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 135 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Side 129 - Yet soft his nature, though severe his lay, His anger moral, and his wisdom gay. Blest satirist ! who touch'd the mean so true, As show'd, vice had his hate and pity too. Blest courtier ! who could king and country please, Yet sacred keep his friendships, and his ease. Blest peer ! his great forefathers...
Side 72 - Bright through the rubbish of some hundred years ; Command old words, that Ion*; have slept, to wake, Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spake ; Or bid the new be English ages hence (For use will father what's begot by sense); Pour the full tide of eloquence along, Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong, Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue...