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... as the poet's foe . The warmth of his patronage elicited the grubs from the soil , and bred dunces faster than Swift and Pope could destroy them . Still , if the world of politics pursued its own X INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR .
... as the poet's foe . The warmth of his patronage elicited the grubs from the soil , and bred dunces faster than Swift and Pope could destroy them . Still , if the world of politics pursued its own X INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR .
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... poet's grandfather was a clergyman of the Church of England . Though antiquarian zeal has sought to identify this ... poet no doubt claimed kindred with the family bearing his name formerly ennobled as earls of Downe ; but as the family ...
... poet's grandfather was a clergyman of the Church of England . Though antiquarian zeal has sought to identify this ... poet no doubt claimed kindred with the family bearing his name formerly ennobled as earls of Downe ; but as the family ...
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... poet's fresh and sparkling Rape of the Lock . Addison's notice of this poem in the Spectator had been favourable , but not enthusiastic ; while his own avowed followers Tickell and Ambrose Phillips had , as contributors to the same ...
... poet's fresh and sparkling Rape of the Lock . Addison's notice of this poem in the Spectator had been favourable , but not enthusiastic ; while his own avowed followers Tickell and Ambrose Phillips had , as contributors to the same ...
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... poet's time and attention , he was already passing under the new influence of an old acquaintance , into what may be termed the third phase of his literary life . In the school of Addison Pope had learnt to cultivate that correctness of ...
... poet's time and attention , he was already passing under the new influence of an old acquaintance , into what may be termed the third phase of his literary life . In the school of Addison Pope had learnt to cultivate that correctness of ...
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... poet's system . Pope gratefully accepted the service ; and his slight personal acquaintance with Warburton soon ... poet contented with this re - arrangement of himself , that he entrusted to one who understood him almost better than ...
... poet's system . Pope gratefully accepted the service ; and his slight personal acquaintance with Warburton soon ... poet contented with this re - arrangement of himself , that he entrusted to one who understood him almost better than ...
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Page 45 - 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.
Page 92 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Page 77 - Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. 'Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
Page 195 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 235 - twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this Cheek a little Red.
Page 200 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent Spreads undivided, operates unspent, Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 283 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath. Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend.
Page 57 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd 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 ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Page 277 - While wits and templars ev'ry sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise—- Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he ? What tho' my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 58 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.