The Life of Alexander Pope, Esq: Comp. from Original Manuscripts; with a Critical Essay on His Writings and GeniusC. Bathurst, 1769 - 578 من الصفحات |
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... beft only break forth by fudden and un- equal ftarts . Praise and renown , are the rich rewards it covets . Praife , as POPE obferves , is to a young wit , like rain to a tender flower . If it is not occafionally revived by refreshing ...
... beft only break forth by fudden and un- equal ftarts . Praise and renown , are the rich rewards it covets . Praife , as POPE obferves , is to a young wit , like rain to a tender flower . If it is not occafionally revived by refreshing ...
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... beft title from whence we can derive the heart- felt pleasures of felf - commendation . To be proud of the gifts of nature , is a prepofterous vanity . Our improvements only , are what we can properly call our own , and which afford the ...
... beft title from whence we can derive the heart- felt pleasures of felf - commendation . To be proud of the gifts of nature , is a prepofterous vanity . Our improvements only , are what we can properly call our own , and which afford the ...
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... beft moderns likewife , which those painters had not the fame opportu nity of doing in their art , he as commonly ex- celled as he copied . ) Mr. POPE's difcernment , however , was too acute not to perceive the defects of fuch irregu ...
... beft moderns likewife , which those painters had not the fame opportu nity of doing in their art , he as commonly ex- celled as he copied . ) Mr. POPE's difcernment , however , was too acute not to perceive the defects of fuch irregu ...
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... beft fuits his purpose : he may make the spicy gales of Arabia , dif- fuse their fragrance over fcentlefs and fterile wilds he may bring the garden of the Hefpe- rides from its native Africa , and make the gol- den fruit ripen in the ...
... beft fuits his purpose : he may make the spicy gales of Arabia , dif- fuse their fragrance over fcentlefs and fterile wilds he may bring the garden of the Hefpe- rides from its native Africa , and make the gol- den fruit ripen in the ...
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... beft critics of his age . He was fo delighted with them , that , in his letter to Mr. Wycherley , he fays --- " The author feems to have a particular genius for this kind of poetry , and a judgment that far ex- ceeds his years . He has ...
... beft critics of his age . He was fo delighted with them , that , in his letter to Mr. Wycherley , he fays --- " The author feems to have a particular genius for this kind of poetry , and a judgment that far ex- ceeds his years . He has ...
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 256 - Know then this truth (enough for man to know) 'Virtue alone is happiness below.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 116 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.