Epigrams & Epigraphs, by the Author of Proverbial Folk-Lore

Epigrams & Epigraphs, by the Author of Proverbial Folk-Lore

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... a Homer's fire in Milton's strains, A Pindar's rapture in the lyre of GRA3T.--Mason, 1771. This again is by Pope. The Rt. Hon. Jas. Craggs, Sometime Secretary at W ar, Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gained no title, and who lost no friend.--Pope, 1720. Archbishop Seeker is thus commemorated--I have not been able to ascertain by whom. When Seeker lived, he showed how seers should live; When Seeker taught, heaven opened to the eye; When Seeker gave, we saw how Angels give; When Seeker died, we knew e'en saints must die. I now return to Pope again, the most prolific, and this class of not least pleasing of writers of compositions. On a Mrs. Corbet who died of Cancer. Here lies a woman good without pretence, Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense; Heaven, as its purest gold, with torture tried, The Saint survived it, but the woman died. But Pope's most famous Elegiac lines of all are unquestionably those 'To the memory of an unfortunate Lady.' She is said to have destroyed herself: 'driven to this desperate act' says Warton 'by the violence and 'cruelty of her uncle and guardian who forced her into 'a foreign convent.' One well-known portion I may venture to quote. So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth and fame, How loved, how honoured once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'lis all thou art, and all the proud shall be! The next is an epigram by Shelley on the death of Keats, hardly worthy perhaps, either of the author or the subject. Who killed John Keats? I, said the Quarterly, So savage and tartarly It was one of my feats. Lord Byron's remark on the same occasion is characteristic. Strange that the mind, that very...show more

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  • Paperback | 46 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 100g
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  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236746171
  • 9781236746177