The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volumen 2J. Nichol, 1856 |
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... character as a man , but his claims as a poet . For this , unquestionably , there are some subordinate reasons . Pope's religious creed , his poli- tical connexions , his easy circumstances , his popularity with the upper classes , as ...
... character as a man , but his claims as a poet . For this , unquestionably , there are some subordinate reasons . Pope's religious creed , his poli- tical connexions , his easy circumstances , his popularity with the upper classes , as ...
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... character . While all admitted the exquisite polish and terse language of Pope's compositions , many felt that they were too artificial — that they were often imitative — that they seldom displayed those qualities of original thought ...
... character . While all admitted the exquisite polish and terse language of Pope's compositions , many felt that they were too artificial — that they were often imitative — that they seldom displayed those qualities of original thought ...
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... character - the delicacy and refinement of his compliments , " each of which , " says Hazlitt , " is as good as an house or estate " -- and the heights of moral grandeur into which he can at times soar , whenever he has manly ...
... character - the delicacy and refinement of his compliments , " each of which , " says Hazlitt , " is as good as an house or estate " -- and the heights of moral grandeur into which he can at times soar , whenever he has manly ...
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... character . He was never , from the beginning to the close of his life , a great , broad , genial being . There was an unhealthy taint which partly enfeebled and partly corrupted him . His self - will , his ambition , his Pariah ...
... character . He was never , from the beginning to the close of his life , a great , broad , genial being . There was an unhealthy taint which partly enfeebled and partly corrupted him . His self - will , his ambition , his Pariah ...
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... ? No poet , we venture to say , can be great without a great purpose . " Purpose is the edge and point of character ; it is the stamp and super- scription of genius ; it is the direction on the THE GENIUS AND POETRY OF POPE . xiii.
... ? No poet , we venture to say , can be great without a great purpose . " Purpose is the edge and point of character ; it is the stamp and super- scription of genius ; it is the direction on the THE GENIUS AND POETRY OF POPE . xiii.
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Pasajes populares
Página 312 - 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 restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Página 311 - Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Página 38 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Página 32 - Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
Página 185 - If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
Página 31 - But clear and artless pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
Página 296 - For thee we dim the eyes, and stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it: So spins the silk-worm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Página 13 - Why pique all mortals, yet affect a name? A fool to Pleasure, yet a slave to Fame: Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs, Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres : Now Conscience chills her, and now Passion burns; 65 And Atheism and Religion take their turns; A very Heathen in the carnal part, Yet still a sad, good Christian at her heart.
Página 20 - She, who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most, when she obeys...
Página 15 - No thought advances, but her eddy brain Whisks it about, and down it goes again. Full sixty years the world has been her trade, The wisest fool much time has ever made. From loveless youth to unrespected age, No passion gratified except her rage.