The works of Alexander Pope, with notes and illustrations, by himself and others. To which are added, a new life of the author [&c.] by W. Roscoe, Volumen31847 |
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Página 119
... Tibbald ; a cold , plodding , and tasteless writer and critic , who , with great propriety , was chosen , on the ... Tibbald , and he becomes of course the hero of the poem . " This design is carried on in the first book , by a ...
... Tibbald ; a cold , plodding , and tasteless writer and critic , who , with great propriety , was chosen , on the ... Tibbald , and he becomes of course the hero of the poem . " This design is carried on in the first book , by a ...
Página 120
... Tibbald , and made the laureate the hero of his poem . Cibber , with a great stock of levity , vanity , and affectation , had sense , and wit , and humour and the author of the Careless Husband was by no means a proper king of the ...
... Tibbald , and made the laureate the hero of his poem . Cibber , with a great stock of levity , vanity , and affectation , had sense , and wit , and humour and the author of the Careless Husband was by no means a proper king of the ...
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... TIBBALD ; and apprehending the same may be deemed in some sort a Reflection on Majesty , or at least an insult on that Legal Au- thority which has bestowed on another Person the Crown of Poesy : We have ordered the said Pretender ...
... TIBBALD ; and apprehending the same may be deemed in some sort a Reflection on Majesty , or at least an insult on that Legal Au- thority which has bestowed on another Person the Crown of Poesy : We have ordered the said Pretender ...
Página 190
... Tibbald could not be the person , who was never an author in fashion , or caressed by the Great : whereas this single characteristic is sufficient to point out the true Hero ; who , above all other poets of his time , was the Peculiar ...
... Tibbald could not be the person , who was never an author in fashion , or caressed by the Great : whereas this single characteristic is sufficient to point out the true Hero ; who , above all other poets of his time , was the Peculiar ...
Página 203
... Tibbald's monster - breeding breast ; Sees Gods with Demons in strange league engage , And earth , and heav'n , and hell , her battles wage . She ey'd the Bard , where supperless he sate , And pin'd , unconscious of his rising fate ...
... Tibbald's monster - breeding breast ; Sees Gods with Demons in strange league engage , And earth , and heav'n , and hell , her battles wage . She ey'd the Bard , where supperless he sate , And pin'd , unconscious of his rising fate ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abelard abuse Addison Æneid Alluding ancient appears Aristarchus Bavius beautiful blest called character Cibber Codrus Concanen Court critics Curl Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness Dunce Dunciad edition Eloisa ELOISA TO ABELARD Epigram Epistle Epitaph Essay Essay on Criticism Ev'n ev'ry excellent eyes fate fool genius gentle Gildon Goddess grace hath head Heav'n Hero Homer honour Iliad IMITATIONS King Lady Laureate learned Leonard Welsted Letter LEWIS THEOBALD lines living Lord Lord Bolingbroke manner Matthew Concanen Mist's Journal moral Muse nature never NOTES numbers o'er occasion octavo Oldmixon Ovid passage person poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise printed published reader REMARKS saith satire says Scriblerus Shakespear soul Swift taste thee thing thou thought thro Tibbald translation true truth verses Virg Virgil virtue Warburton Warton Welsted whole words writ writing written
Pasajes populares
Página 59 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Página 46 - Consider'd singly, or beheld too near, Which, but proportion'd to their light, or place, Due distance reconciles to form and grace. A prudent chief not always must display His pow'rs in equal ranks, and fair array, But with th' occasion and the place comply, Conceal his force, nay seem sometimes to fly.
Página 347 - Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall, And universal Darkness buries all.
Página 6 - 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?
Página 317 - Show all his paces, not a step advance. With the same cement, ever sure to bind, We bring to one dead level every mind. Then take him to develop, if you can, And hew the block off, and get out the man. 270 But wherefore waste I words? I see advance Whore, pupil, and laced governor from France. Walker! our hat' nor more he deigned to say, But, stern as Ajax
Página 97 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Página 268 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Página 18 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies, Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Página 6 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Página 345 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.