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... Letter to the publisher , occasioned by the first correct Edition of the Dunciad . Martinus Scriblerus his Prolegomena and Illus- trations to the Dunciad ; with the Hyper- critics of Aristarchus . 73 83 Testimonies of Authors concerning ...
... Letter to the publisher , occasioned by the first correct Edition of the Dunciad . Martinus Scriblerus his Prolegomena and Illus- trations to the Dunciad ; with the Hyper- critics of Aristarchus . 73 83 Testimonies of Authors concerning ...
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... letter to the Countess of Pomfret , dated Feb. 20 , 1740 , says : " The severity of the weather has occasioned greater sums of money to be given in charity than was heard of before . Mr. Pope has written two stanzas on the occasion ...
... letter to the Countess of Pomfret , dated Feb. 20 , 1740 , says : " The severity of the weather has occasioned greater sums of money to be given in charity than was heard of before . Mr. Pope has written two stanzas on the occasion ...
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... letter to Lord Bathurst , July 5 , 1718 , but first published by Mr. Mitford in his edition of Gray's correspondence ( 1843 ) . 2 Erasmus Lewis . See Imitations of Horace , Sat. i . 64 . 3 Thomas , the first Lord Coningsby , a zealous ...
... letter to Lord Bathurst , July 5 , 1718 , but first published by Mr. Mitford in his edition of Gray's correspondence ( 1843 ) . 2 Erasmus Lewis . See Imitations of Horace , Sat. i . 64 . 3 Thomas , the first Lord Coningsby , a zealous ...
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... letter to Lady Mary Wortley Mon- tagu , Nov. 10 , 1716 , expressed a desire to travel abroad to meet her ; " But if my fate be such , " he says , " that this body of mine be left behind in the journey , let this epitaph of Tibullus be ...
... letter to Lady Mary Wortley Mon- tagu , Nov. 10 , 1716 , expressed a desire to travel abroad to meet her ; " But if my fate be such , " he says , " that this body of mine be left behind in the journey , let this epitaph of Tibullus be ...
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... St. James's- place , where he died in 1741 .--- Carruthers . 2 Sent in an undated letter to Martha Blount . And gently pressed my hand , and said " Be MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 53 Verses to Mr C Lines written in Windsor Forest.
... St. James's- place , where he died in 1741 .--- Carruthers . 2 Sent in an undated letter to Martha Blount . And gently pressed my hand , and said " Be MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 53 Verses to Mr C Lines written in Windsor Forest.
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Page 280 - 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.
Page 248 - To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence,' As Fancy opens the quick springs of Sense, We ply the Memory, we load the brain, Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain, Confine the thought, to exercise the breath; And keep them in the pale of Words till death...
Page 243 - Hibernian shore. 70 And now had Fame's posterior trumpet blown, And all the nations summon'd to the throne : The young, the old, who feel her inward sway, One instinct seizes, and transports away. None need a guide, by sure attraction led, And strong impulsive gravity of head : None want a place, for all their centre found, Hung to the goddess, and cohered around.
Page 242 - But soon, ah soon, rebellion will commence, If music meanly borrows aid from sense : Strong in new arms, lo ! giant Handel stands, Like bold Briareus, with a hundred hands ; To stir, to rouse, to shake the soul he comes, And Jove's own thunders follow Mars's drums, Arrest him, empress ; or you sleep no more...
Page 16 - And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Page 227 - Immortal Rich! how calm he sits at ease 'Mid snows of paper, and fierce hail of pease; And proud his Mistress' orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Page 190 - To where Fleet-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 255 - We only furnish what he cannot use, Or wed to what he must divorce, a muse: Full in the midst of Euclid dip at once, And petrify a genius to a dunce: Or set on metaphysic ground to prance, Show all his paces, not a step advance.
Page 172 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Page 48 - tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes.