The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Volumen 5 |
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Our Author uses the Roman Poet for little more than his canvas ; and if the old
design or colouring chance to suit his purpose , it is well ; if not , he employs his
own without scruple or ceremony . Hence it is he is so frequently serious where ...
Our Author uses the Roman Poet for little more than his canvas ; and if the old
design or colouring chance to suit his purpose , it is well ; if not , he employs his
own without scruple or ceremony . Hence it is he is so frequently serious where ...
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Admonebat prætorcs , ne paterentur nomen suum 06solefieri , & c . the other ,
that this Piece was only a general discourse of poetry ; whereas it was an
apology for the poets , in order to render Augustus more their patron . Horace
here pleads ...
Admonebat prætorcs , ne paterentur nomen suum 06solefieri , & c . the other ,
that this Piece was only a general discourse of poetry ; whereas it was an
apology for the poets , in order to render Augustus more their patron . Horace
here pleads ...
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With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements Alexander Pope. Of little
use the man , you may suppose , Who says in verse what others say in prose ;
Yet let me show a poet's of some weight , And [ tho ' no soldier ] useful to the state
.
With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements Alexander Pope. Of little
use the man , you may suppose , Who says in verse what others say in prose ;
Yet let me show a poet's of some weight , And [ tho ' no soldier ] useful to the state
.
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My Leige ! why writers little claim your thought I guess , and with their leave will
tell the fault , We poets are ( upon a Peet's word ) Of all mankind the creatures
most absurd : The season when to come and when to go , 360 To sing , or cease
to ...
My Leige ! why writers little claim your thought I guess , and with their leave will
tell the fault , We poets are ( upon a Peet's word ) Of all mankind the creatures
most absurd : The season when to come and when to go , 360 To sing , or cease
to ...
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They had no poet , and they died . In vain they schem'd , in vain they bled ! They
had no poet , and are dead . Vol . V. L EPISTLE I. TO ROBERT EARL OF
OXFORD AND LORD MORTIMER HORACE , BOOK IV . ODE IX . Ode IX, A
Fragment,
They had no poet , and they died . In vain they schem'd , in vain they bled ! They
had no poet , and are dead . Vol . V. L EPISTLE I. TO ROBERT EARL OF
OXFORD AND LORD MORTIMER HORACE , BOOK IV . ODE IX . Ode IX, A
Fragment,
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Página 12 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 13 - 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...
Página 18 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest ; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Página 15 - Oh let me live my own, and die so too ! (To live and die is all I have to do :; Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please ; Above a patron, tho' I condescend Sometimes to call a minister my friend.
Página 6 - 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?
Página 17 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; 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.
Página 32 - There my retreat the best companions 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...
Página 8 - Glad of a quarrel, straight I clap the door, Sir, let me see your works and you no more. *Tis sung, when Midas...
Página 5 - A maudlin Poetess, a rhyming Peer, A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross!
Página 11 - Soft were my numbers ; who could take offence While pure description held the place of sense ? Like gentle Fanny's was my flow'ry theme, A painted mistress, or a purling stream.