The Life of Alexander Pope, Esq: Comp. from Original Manuscripts; with a Critical Essay on His Writings and GeniusC. Bathurst, 1769 - 578 σελίδες |
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... truth , they are but empty exclama- tions . Whenever fuch may have efcaped from his pen , he trufts that the candid reader will afcribe them to a folicitude , which made him rather earneft to do juftice to the poet's merit , than to ...
... truth , they are but empty exclama- tions . Whenever fuch may have efcaped from his pen , he trufts that the candid reader will afcribe them to a folicitude , which made him rather earneft to do juftice to the poet's merit , than to ...
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... truth , that the only thing , he used to fay , he could never forgive his philofophic master , was the dedication to the effay * . He likewife read Sir William Temple's effays ; but when he met with any thing political in them , he ...
... truth , that the only thing , he used to fay , he could never forgive his philofophic master , was the dedication to the effay * . He likewife read Sir William Temple's effays ; but when he met with any thing political in them , he ...
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... truth , it is too much to fay , that they do not afford a fingle image that is new . Let any reader of fenfibility attend to the following lines in the second paftoral , where the poet defcribes the charms of his miftrefs's voice ...
... truth , it is too much to fay , that they do not afford a fingle image that is new . Let any reader of fenfibility attend to the following lines in the second paftoral , where the poet defcribes the charms of his miftrefs's voice ...
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... truth , that " is , affure Mr. Wycherley I have ever born " all refpects and kindness imaginable to him . " I don't know to this hour , what it is that " has eftranged him from me ; but this I know , " that he may for the future be more ...
... truth , that " is , affure Mr. Wycherley I have ever born " all refpects and kindness imaginable to him . " I don't know to this hour , what it is that " has eftranged him from me ; but this I know , " that he may for the future be more ...
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... truth " that inequality makes a part of excellence : " That fomething ought to be thrown into " fhades , in order to make the lights more ftrik- ing . " It may be added , that this inequality or flatness , if our critic chooses to call ...
... truth " that inequality makes a part of excellence : " That fomething ought to be thrown into " fhades , in order to make the lights more ftrik- ing . " It may be added , that this inequality or flatness , if our critic chooses to call ...
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Σελίδα 265 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge Thy foe. 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...
Σελίδα 256 - Know then this truth (enough for man to know) 'Virtue alone is happiness below.
Σελίδα 231 - With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and...
Σελίδα 80 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For, as in bodies, thus in souls we find, What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Σελίδα 298 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Σελίδα 229 - But what his nature and his state can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n? Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o'er, To smart and agonize at ev'ry pore? Or quick effluvia darting thro' the brain, Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
Σελίδα 116 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts...
Σελίδα 239 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Σελίδα 231 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great; With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest...
Σελίδα 226 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.