The Life of Alexander Pope, Esq: Compiled from Original Manuscripts; with a Critical Essay on His Writings and Genius

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C. Bathurst, H. Woodfall, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, W. Johnston, B. White, T. Caslon, T. Longman, B. Law, Johnson and Payne, S. Bladon, T. Cadell, and the executors of A. Millar., 1769 - 578 Seiten

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Seite 256 - Know then this truth (enough for man to know) 'Virtue alone is happiness below.
Seite 192 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 123 - In some lone isle, or distant northern land; Where the gilt chariot never marks the way, Where none learn ombre, none e'er taste bohea!
Seite 265 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way...
Seite 299 - Consult the Genius of the Place in all; That tells the Waters or to rise, or fall; Or helps th...
Seite 152 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...
Seite 192 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike; Alike...
Seite 299 - Or helps th' ambitious Hill the heav'ns to scale, Or scoops in circling theatres the Vale; Calls in the Country, catches op'ning glades, Joins willing Woods, and varies shades from shades; Now breaks, or now directs, th' intending Lines; Paints as you plant, and, as you work, designs.
Seite 355 - 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 a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Seite 264 - 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.

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