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AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.
Part i. Line 9. ’T is with our judgments as our watches ; none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Part ii. Line 15.
Line 32. Hills
peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.?
Line 156. A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. 21
*“High characters,” cries one, and he would see,
Epilogue to “Goblins.” SUCKLING.
Essay on Poetry. SHEFFIELD.
Essay on Criticism -- Continued.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
To err is human: to forgive, divine.
Part iii. Line 15.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Ode on Solitude.
Thus unlamented let me die;
Tell where I lie.
In every clime adored,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.
And deal damnation round the land.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
I to others show,
ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE
And bear about the mockery of woe
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
Canto ii. Line 7.
Canto ii. Line 17.
The Rape of the Lock-Continued.
Canto ii. Line 27.
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
Canto iii. Line 16. At every word a reputation dies.
Canto v. Line 34.
SATIRES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE,
Prologue, Line 1. Shut, shut the door, good John.
Satires of Horace - Continued.
Book ii. Satire i. Line 6. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
Book ïi. Satire ii. Line 159. For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.*
* See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.