The Works of Alexander Pope Esq, Հատոր 7J. and P. Knapton [and others], 1751 |
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... , and further propofals for correct- ing them . a 4 XIV . From LETTER XIV . From Mr. Wycherley . XV . More To an unfortunate lady Concerning Mifcellanies, and the danger young toets XIX, Concerning the translation of Homer.
... , and further propofals for correct- ing them . a 4 XIV . From LETTER XIV . From Mr. Wycherley . XV . More To an unfortunate lady Concerning Mifcellanies, and the danger young toets XIX, Concerning the translation of Homer.
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... correct my lines , but my life . As to the dama'd verfes I entrufted you with , I hope you will let them undergo your purgatory , to fave them from other people's damning them : fince the critics , who are generally the first damn'd in ...
... correct my lines , but my life . As to the dama'd verfes I entrufted you with , I hope you will let them undergo your purgatory , to fave them from other people's damning them : fince the critics , who are generally the first damn'd in ...
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... , which was by correctnefs : that tho ' we had Several great poets , we had none that were correct ; and therefore he advifed him to make this his ftudy . † Mr. Pape's Pakorals . P. cular cular genius for that kind of poetry , and a.
... , which was by correctnefs : that tho ' we had Several great poets , we had none that were correct ; and therefore he advifed him to make this his ftudy . † Mr. Pape's Pakorals . P. cular cular genius for that kind of poetry , and a.
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... correct me , than the fame hand that rais'd a tree has to prune it . I am convinced as well as you , that one may cor- rect too much ; for in poetry , as in painting , a man may lay colours one upon another , till they ftiffen and ...
... correct me , than the fame hand that rais'd a tree has to prune it . I am convinced as well as you , that one may cor- rect too much ; for in poetry , as in painting , a man may lay colours one upon another , till they ftiffen and ...
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... correct his verses till he takes away the true spirit of them ; efpecially if he fubmits to the correction of fome who pafs for great Critics , by mechanical rules , and never enter into the true defign and Genius of arí Author , I have ...
... correct his verses till he takes away the true spirit of them ; efpecially if he fubmits to the correction of fome who pafs for great Critics , by mechanical rules , and never enter into the true defign and Genius of arí Author , I have ...
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Էջ 69 - 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.
Էջ 190 - 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?
Էջ 190 - The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say. Sister spirit, come away.
Էջ 189 - I should myself be much better pleased, if I were told you called me your little friend, than if you complimented me with the title of a great genius, or an eminent hand, as Jacob does all his authors.
Էջ 244 - Don't you design to let him pass a year at Oxford ? "To what purpose? (said he) the Universities do but make Pedants, and I intend to breed him a man of business.
Էջ 244 - Now damn them ! what if they should put it into the newspaper, how you and I went together to Oxford ? what would I care? If I should go down into Sussex, they would say I was gone to the Speaker. But what of that ? If my son were but big enough to go on with the business, by G — d I would keep as good company as old Jacob.
Էջ 214 - ... me to live agreeably in the town, or contentedly in the country, which is really all the difference I set between an easy fortune and a small one.
Էջ 236 - ... to one of the few, who (in any age) have come up to that character. I am...
Էջ 132 - Shakespear has it) to dinner, with what appetite they may and after that, till midnight, walk, work, or think, which they please.
Էջ 184 - ... not very common to young men, that the attractions of the world have not dazzled me very much ; and I...