The works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements; together with all his notes: pr. verbatim from the octavo ed. of mr. Warburton (Google eBook)

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Page xxv - ... mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry, he will find but few precepts in it which...
Page xxiv - And here give me leave to mention what Monsieur Boileau has so very well enlarged upon in the preface to his works, that wit and fine writing doth not consist so much in advancing things that are new, as in giving things that are known an agreeable turn.
Page 223 - Thence a new world to Nature's laws unknown, Breaks out refulgent, with a heav'n its own : Another Cynthia her new journey runs, And other planets circle other suns. The forests dance, the rivers upward rise 245 Whales sport in woods, and dolphins in the skies ; And last, to give the whole creation grace, Lo ! one vast egg produces human race. Joy fills his soul, joy innocent of thought ; What pow'r, he cries, what pow'r these wonders wrought?
Page 173 - Ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The king of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Page 235 - Polly, till then obscure, became all at once the favourite of the town ; her pictures were engraved, and sold in great numbers ; her life written, books of letters and verses to her published, and pamphlets made even of her sayings and jests.
Page 97 - How Time himself stands still at her command, Realms shift their place, and Ocean turns to land. Here gay Description...
Page 105 - Should Dennis publish, you had stabb'd your brother, Lampoon'd your Monarch, or debauch'd your mother ; Say, what revenge on Dennis can be had ? Too dull for laughter, for reply too mad : On one so poor you cannot take the law ; On one so old your sword you scorn to draw ; Uncag'd then let the harmless monster rage, Secure in dulness, madness, want, and age.
Page 116 - And pond'rous slugs cut swiftly through the sky; As clocks to weight their nimble motion owe, The wheels above urg'd by the load below; Me Emptiness and Dulness could inspire, And were my elasticity and fire. Some díEnion stole my pen (forgive th...
Page xxiv - The Art of Criticism, which was published some months since, and is a master-piece in its kind. The observations follow one another like those in Horace's Art of Poetry, without that methodical regularity which would have been requisite in a prose author.
Page 235 - This piece was received with greater applause than was ever known. Besides being acted in London sixtythree days without interruption, and renewed the next season with equal applause, it spread into all the great towns of England; was played in many places to the thirtieth and fortieth time ; at Bath and Bristol fifty, &c.

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