What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Alexander Pope,John Butt, James Runcieman Sutherland, Alexander Pope
No preview available - 1963
Other editions - View all
abused alludes Ambrose Philips ancient arts bard Bavius behold blest bookseller called cause Chaos character Cibber Cleland Codrus Colley Cibber Concanen court Curll declared Dennis divine Dryden dull Dulness dunces Dunciad Edmund Curll Eliza Haywood epic Eridanus Essay on Criticism eyes fame fool former editions genius gentleman Gildon give goddess happy hath head Heaven hero Homer honour Ibid Iliad James Moore Smythe jEneid King labour laureate learned Leonard Welsted letters lines living Lord madness mankind manner Matthew Concanen Mist's Journal moral Muse nature never notes o'er octavo Oldmixon passage passion persons poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise printed prose published Queen reader reason reign saith satire Scriblerus sense soul Swift thee Theobald thine things thou throne translation true truth verse Virg Virgil virtue Warburton Welsted whole William Cleland words writ writing
Page 301 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Page 284 - In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity : All must be false that thwart this one great end, And all of God that bless mankind or mend. Man, like the generous vine, supported lives ; The strength he gains is from th
Page 261 - Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God, or beast...
Page 252 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 291 - When the loose mountain trembles from on high, Shall gravitation cease, if you go by ? Or some old temple, nodding to its fall, For Chartres' head reserve the hanging wall ? But still this world (so fitted for the knave) Contents us not.
Page 3 - 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.
Page 301 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind ; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Page 271 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Page 298 - See the sole bliss heav'n could on all bestow ! Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know: Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind, The bad must miss, the good, untaught, will find; 330 Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through nature up to nature's God: Pursues that chain which links th...