The Works of Alexander Pope: PoetryJ. Murray, 1882 |
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Addison alludes allusion Ambrose Philips ancient appears Bavius behold Bentley Bishop Book booksellers called character Church Cibber Codrus couplet Court critics Curl Curll Dennis died divine Dryden Duke dull Dulness Dunces Dunciad Earl edition of 1729 Editor's note Elkanah Settle epigram epitaph Essay on Criticism ev'ry eyes fool genius gentle Gildon Goddess hath head Heav'n hero Homer honour Horace Iliad Imitation IV.-POETRY John King Lady Laureate learned Leonard Welsted letter Lewis Theobald lines London Lord Lord Hervey Miscellanies Mist's Journal Moral Essay Muse nature never o'er octavo Opera Ovid person play poem poet poet's poetical poetry POPE and WARBURTON Pope's praise Preface printed published quarto Queen reader satire says soul Swift thee Theobald things thou thought thro Tibbald tion translation VERSE Virg Virgil WARBURTON 1743 Welsted words writ writing written
Pasajes populares
Página 407 - ... attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away. In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, Together mixt; sweet recreation: And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Página 150 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The king of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Página 225 - 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 223 - Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying Rain-bows 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 409 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Página 32 - Sons, sires, and grandsires, all will wear the bays ; Our wives read Milton, and our daughters plays ; To theatres and to rehearsals throng, And all our grace at table is a song. I, who so oft renounce the Muses, lie : Not **'s self e'er tells more fibs than I.
Página 333 - No'w from all Parts the swelling Kennels flow, And bear their Trophies with them as they go: Filth of all Hues and Odours seem to tell What Street they sail'd from, by their Sight and Smell.
Página 272 - Four guardian Virtues, round, support her throne: Fierce champion Fortitude, that knows no fears Of hisses, blows, or want, or loss of ears: Calm Temperance, whose blessings those partake Who hunger, and who thirst for scribbling sake: Prudence, whose glass presents th...
Página 204 - 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 402 - Thracian raised his strain, While Argo saw her kindred trees Descend from Pelion to the main : Transported demigods stood round, And men grew heroes at the sound...