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Common terms and phrasesÆschylus Anointed head Authors bards Bavius bawl Behold blest blockhead Bœotian Book the Second Book the Third ceas'd chatt'ring circle clouds criticks custard D U N C I A Dæmon dance darkness descend dragons dropt dull dulnefs Dulness Dunc Dunci Dunciad e'er ears empire eternal ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fense flames flies gilds glory Goddess Gods Greece Grubstreet hand heav'n Hence Hero Heroic hiss I N THREE BOOKS Jove Jove's land loud mighty mortals Muses nods nonsense numbers o'er once Poem Poets pow'r praise pray'r prize Proserpine proud race rife rises Rolls rose round Rowz'd scape Settle's shelves sighs sight silver flood sing sink sire sleep sliout sluice snatch'd soul stand streams stretch'd Thames Theatre thee thou thrice thro throne thunder Twas verse Virgil walls wind wings writ Popular passagesPage 42 - As Berecynthia, while her offspring vie In homage to the mother of the sky, Surveys around her, in the blest abode... Page 8 - And lest we err by wit's wild dancing light, Secure us kindly in our native night. Or, if to wit a coxcomb make pretence, Guard the sure barrier between that and sense... Page 28 - 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 9 - Shakespear once a week. For thee I dim these eyes, and stuff this head, ''"' With all such reading as was never read; For thee supplying, in the worst of days, Notes to dull books, and prologues to dull plays; For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it; So spins the silkworm small its slender store, And labours, 'till it clouds itself all o'er. Page i - THE DUNCIAD, AN Heroic Poem. IN THREE BOOKS. DUBLIN, Printed, LONDON Reprinted for A. DODD. 1728. THE PUBLISHER TO THE READER. Page 9 - For thee I dim thefe eyes, and fluff this head, With all fuch reading as was never read ; For thee fupplying, in the worft of days, Notes to dull books, and Prologues to dull plays ; For thee explain a thing 'till all men doubt it... Page 6 - Studious he sate, with all his books around, Sinking from thought to thought, a vast profound ! Plung'd for his sense, but found no bottom there ; Then writ, and flounder'd on, in mere despair. References from web pagesLiterary Encyclopedia: Dunciad POPE, Alexander Bibliographic information
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