The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... Criticism , Essay on Satire , · 88 - 93 · 97 129 HORACE'S ODES IMITATED . Ode on St. Cecilia's Day , ( 1708 ) · 153 Ode on Solitude , - - 159 Ode . The dying Christian to his Soul , · · 160 SATIRES OF DR . JOHN DONNE , VERSIFIED ...
... Criticism , Essay on Satire , · 88 - 93 · 97 129 HORACE'S ODES IMITATED . Ode on St. Cecilia's Day , ( 1708 ) · 153 Ode on Solitude , - - 159 Ode . The dying Christian to his Soul , · · 160 SATIRES OF DR . JOHN DONNE , VERSIFIED ...
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... critics , to signify that part which the deities , angels , or dæmons , are made to act in a poem : for the ancient poets are in one respect like many modern ladies , let an action be ever so trivial in itself , they always make it ...
... critics , to signify that part which the deities , angels , or dæmons , are made to act in a poem : for the ancient poets are in one respect like many modern ladies , let an action be ever so trivial in itself , they always make it ...
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... critics learn'd explain to modern times . 375 380 By this the sheets were spread , the bride undress'd , The room was sprinkled , and the bed was bless'd . What next ensu'd beseems not me to say ; ' Tis sung , he labour'd till the ...
... critics learn'd explain to modern times . 375 380 By this the sheets were spread , the bride undress'd , The room was sprinkled , and the bed was bless'd . What next ensu'd beseems not me to say ; ' Tis sung , he labour'd till the ...
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... let thy will be done . To Thee , whose temple is all space , Whose altar earth , sea , skies ! One chorus let all Being raise ! All Nature's incense rise ! 50 AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM . Written in the year 1709 D3 THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . 95.
... let thy will be done . To Thee , whose temple is all space , Whose altar earth , sea , skies ! One chorus let all Being raise ! All Nature's incense rise ! 50 AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM . Written in the year 1709 D3 THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . 95.
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... CRITICISM . Written in the year 1709 . CONTENTS . * PART I. INTRODUCTION . That it is as great a fault to judge ill as ... critics , and causes of them , v . 26. 45. That we are to study our own taste , and know the limits of it , v . 46 ...
... CRITICISM . Written in the year 1709 . CONTENTS . * PART I. INTRODUCTION . That it is as great a fault to judge ill as ... critics , and causes of them , v . 26. 45. That we are to study our own taste , and know the limits of it , v . 46 ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient arms bard beauty Belinda bliss bold Carthusian catch the lightning charms court critics cry'd dæmon divine Dryope Dulness e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fate fear fire flame flow'rs folly fools gen'rous genius giv'n glory gnome grace hair hear heart heav'n hell Heraclitus honour immortal judgment king knave Knight Latium laws learn'd learning lord mankind meads of asphodel merit mighty mind Muse Muse's ne'er numbers nymph o'er once painted passions pleas'd poet's poets pow'r prais'd praise pray'r pride proud rage rev'rend rise rules sacred Satire SATIRE IV Satire's sense shade shame shine sins skies smile soft soul spleen spouse sung sure sylphs Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tongue trembling true truth Twas Umbriel vice vile virtue Virtue's Whig whore wife win widows wing wise write youth
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Página 113 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Página 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Página 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Página 113 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Página 208 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Página 35 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Página 13 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Página 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Página 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit, One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.