The Works of Alexander Pope, 7. kötetJ. F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... judgment , would be pleased with so agreeable an amusement ; Mr. Cromwell could not be angry , since it was but justice to his merit , to publish the solemn and private professions of love , gratitude , and veneration , made him by so ...
... judgment , would be pleased with so agreeable an amusement ; Mr. Cromwell could not be angry , since it was but justice to his merit , to publish the solemn and private professions of love , gratitude , and veneration , made him by so ...
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... judgment , when we take care to inform the public , that there are few Letters of his in this collection , which were not written under twenty years of age : on the other hand , we doubt not the reader will be much more surprized to ...
... judgment , when we take care to inform the public , that there are few Letters of his in this collection , which were not written under twenty years of age : on the other hand , we doubt not the reader will be much more surprized to ...
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... judgment : and that it was his last resolution to have suppressed those poems . As some of the letters which had passed between him and our author cleared that point , they were published in 1729 , with a few marginal notes added by a ...
... judgment : and that it was his last resolution to have suppressed those poems . As some of the letters which had passed between him and our author cleared that point , they were published in 1729 , with a few marginal notes added by a ...
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... Judgment or Modesty , which ( though it be to please myself ) I must no more offend than I can do either right . Therefore I will say no more now of them , than that your good wit never forfeited your good judg- ment , but in your ...
... Judgment or Modesty , which ( though it be to please myself ) I must no more offend than I can do either right . Therefore I will say no more now of them , than that your good wit never forfeited your good judg- ment , but in your ...
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... Judgment , after having seen how you write , is to leave off writing ; and the best way to shew my friendship to you , is to put an end to your trouble , and to conclude Yours , etc. LETTER III . March 25 , 1705 . WHEN I write to you ...
... Judgment , after having seen how you write , is to leave off writing ; and the best way to shew my friendship to you , is to put an end to your trouble , and to conclude Yours , etc. LETTER III . March 25 , 1705 . WHEN I write to you ...
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306. oldal - The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime Barren of every glorious theme. In distant lands now waits a better time Producing subjects worthy fame : In happy climes where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of art by nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true : In happy climes the seat of innocence, Where nature guides and virtue rules, Where men shall not impose for truth and sense The pedantry of courts and schools...
106. oldal - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with 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.
259. oldal - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul ; can this be death...
259. oldal - ... the world recedes it disappears heaven opens on my eyes my ears with sounds seraphic ring lend lend your wings i mount i fly o grave where is thy victory o death where is thy sting.
306. oldal - There shall be sung another golden Age, The rise of Empire and of Arts, The Good and Great inspiring epic Rage, The wisest Heads and noblest Hearts. Not such as Europe breeds in her decay; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heav'nly Flame did animate her Clay, By future Poets shall be sung.
83. oldal - That changed through all, and yet in all the same. Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees ; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To 'him no high, no low, no great, no small...
105. oldal - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
250. oldal - I would flatter myself into a good opinion of my own way of living : Plutarch just now told me, that it is in human life as in a game at tables...
77. oldal - It is not enough that nothing offends the Ear, but a good Poet will adapt the very Sounds, as well as Words, to the things he treats of. So that there is (if one may express it so) a Style of Sound. As in describing a gliding Stream, the Numbers shou'd run easy and flowing; in describing a rough Torrent or Deluge, sonorous and swelling, and so of the rest.
269. oldal - outsteps the modesty of nature/' nor raises merriment or wonder by the violation of truth. His figures neither divert by distortion nor amaze by aggravation. He copies life with so much fidelity that he can be hardly...