The Works of Alexander Pope: Esq. with Notes and Illustrations by Himself and Others. To which are Added, a New Life of the Author, an Estimate of His Poetical Character and Writings, and Occasional Remarks, 8. köide

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J. Rivington, 1824

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From the same to Mrs Martha and Teresa
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From the same to Mrs Teresa Blount
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From the same to Mrs Martha and
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From the same to the same Containing
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From the same to Mrs Teresa and Martha
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From the same to the same An account
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Mrs Martha Blount to Mrs Price
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From the same to the same With a
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From the same to the same Begging
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LETTERS TO AND FROM MR JERVAS SIR GODFREY
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KNELLER AND MR JONATHAN RICHARDSON Letter Page I To Mr Jervas Concerning the translation of Homer
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To the same on the same subject
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To the same On moderation in friendship
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To the same Concerning Mr Addison
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To the same Concerning Mr Addison and Dr Swift
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To the same On Homer
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From Mr Jervas to Mr Pope
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From the same
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From the same With a message from Lady Mary W G
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From the same Of the proposals for Mr Popes Homer
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From the same On names and subscriptions received for Homer
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From the same On Dean Berkeley
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From the same to Mr Jervas in Ireland
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To the same Concerning Mr Gay
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To the same Advising him to commence historical painting
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To the same On his long absence in Ireland
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From Sir Godfrey Kneller to Mr Pope
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From the same
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From the same Inviting Mr Pope to come and see him paint
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Mr Pope to Mr Richardson Upon paint ing on Sundays
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To the same Containing an account of Mrs Popes death
551
From the same
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Fragment of a letter from Mr Evans
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From Mr Pope to Mr Hughes On
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Mr Pope to the Rev Mr Pitt translator
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Page 123 - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Page 194 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. . What is this absorbs me quite ! Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul! can this be death?
Page 373 - The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts, then springs, as broke from bonds, And rampant shakes his brinded mane; the ounce, The libbard, and the tiger, as the mole Rising, the crumbled earth above them threw In hillocks: the swift stag from under ground Bore up his branching head...
Page 195 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death ! where is thy sting ? The Universal Prayer FATHER of all!
Page 379 - Nymph of the grot, these sacred springs I keep : And to the murmur of these waters sleep : Ah spare my slumbers, gently tread the cave, And drink in silence, or in silence lave.
Page 123 - Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Page 94 - That changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Page 95 - OF man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly Muse...
Page 165 - All that regards design, form, fable, which is the soul of poetry ; all that concerns exactness, or consent of parts, which is the body, will probably be wanting. Only pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse, which are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry, may be found in these verses.
Page 291 - He said he heard I designed for Oxford, the seat of the Muses, and would, as my bookseller, by all means accompany me thither. " I asked him where he got his horse ? He answered he got it of his publisher ; ' for that rogue, my printer (said he), disappointed me.

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