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Fabulous visualization of rhymes in Alexander Pope's translation of the Iliad, by Matthew Antoline, drawing on data from the #EighteenthCenturyPoetryArchive rhyme-index:
https://public.tableau.com/app/profile/matthew.antoline/viz/RhymeinPopesIliad/RhymeinPopesIliad
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📖 **An Essay on Man; Moral Essays and Satires by Alexander Pope**
🔗 https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/2428.
#AlexanderPope #ProjectGutenberg #Read #Ebook #Bookstodon @bookstodon
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« Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher, Death, and God adore;
What future bliss He gives not thee to know,
But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. »― Alexander Pope
🔗 · https://poligraf.tumblr.com/post/765154759778975744/hope-humbly-then-with-trembling-pinions
#quotes #AlexanderPope #hope #blessings #poetry #DivineIntelligence
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Last one for today. Another poem I wrote, this one Inspired by An Essay on Man by A. Pope.
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Know your own self, and do not seek the stars;
For what you seek is found in who you are.Placed here between the heights of heaven and ground,
A creature vast in strength, yet tightly bound.
Too sharp to trust in doubt, too blind to see,
Too frail for pride, too proud for humility.
He walks a line where shadows blur the day,
In doubt to speak, or in silence stay.
In doubt if flesh or thought should take the reign,
Born to endure, yet always to complain.
His mind a storm where reason’s compass fails,
Too quick to chase the wind, too slow to sail.
A whirl of passion, fury, love, and hate,
By his own hand he shapes his fleeting fate.
Made half for joy, yet destined still to weep,
Ruler of all things, yet no secret keep.
In search of truth, yet stumbling in disguise;
A baffled fool, a wonder in disguise. -
« Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate. »
― Alexander Pope
🔗 · https://poligraf.tumblr.com/post/761256329698492416/heaven-from-all-creatures-hides-the-book-of-fate
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Disagreement
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, and sound casuists doubt like you and me?
~ Alexander Popeslip:4a1367.
#7ForSunday #AlexanderPope #InspirationalQuotesBookReviewed #Quotes -
Does anybody else feel as though Dunning and Kruger get a lot of credit for something that Alexander Pope had already articulated in 1709? #DunningKruger #AlexanderPope #quote
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📢 New Book Alert!
📚 '‘Wit’s Wild Dancing Light’: Reading the Poems of #AlexanderPope' by William Hutchings is now available!
This book offers a chronological journey through #Pope's poetic masterpieces, from #Pastorals to the #Dunciad.
👉Each of the 26 chapters provides a close and insightful look, demonstrating how close reading can generate an understanding of a whole #poem and how #criticalappraisal can build into a creative survey of an entire #poetic career.
Scholarly yet accessible, this book is a must-read for #scholars, #students, and anyone enchanted by #Pope's timeless #poetry.
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When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.
slip:4a1305.
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"[The book] illuminates the spatial and physical dimensions of inner life in the long eighteenth century by synthesizing material analyses of diverse media, from optical devices and landscape architecture to women’s intimate dress, with close readings of literary texts."
#book #self #interiority #AndrewMarvell #MargaretCavendish #AlexanderPope #SamuelRichardson #SpatialFormalism #JuliePark
https://press.uchicago.edu/ucp/books/book/chicago/M/bo192110828.html
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……
看到一则影片提到一个词“拜托斯手法”
https://youtu.be/PLdJJ0XgOnk
搜了一圈没有找到到底在说什么
最后是在推荐影片里的另一则影片中找到了对应原文#Bathos，一般翻译成#突降法
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bathos
是#AlexanderPope（亚历山大·蒲柏）在《Peri Bathous, Or the Art of Sinking in Poetry》里提出的概念我真的求求了，youtuber在使用专业术语时能不能附上英文原文？特别是想自己自创一个翻译名词的时候？
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Alexander Pope- Ode to Solitude
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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little, or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd;
Still by himself abus'd, or disabus'd;
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his follow'rs trod,
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule—
Then drop into thyself, and be a fool!Superior beings, when of late they saw
A mortal Man unfold all Nature's law,
Admir'd such wisdom in an earthly shape,
And showed a Newton as we shew an Ape.Could he, whose rules the rapid comet bind,
Describe or fix one movement of his mind?
Who saw its fires here rise, and there descend,
Explain his own beginning, or his end?
Alas what wonder! Man's superior part
Uncheck'd may rise, and climb from art to art;
But when his own great work is but begun,
What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.Trace science then, with modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity, or dress,
Or learning's luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our Vices have created Arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum,
Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come!-- Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man: Epistle II
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44900/an-essay-on-man-epistle-ii
(Note: May want to read epistle I first)
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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of mankind is man.
Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic’s pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a God, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reas’ning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confus’d;
Still by himself abus’d or disabus’d;
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl’d:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th’ empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his follow’rs trod
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
Go, teach eternal wisdom how to rule-
Then drop into thyself, and be a fool!Superior beings, when of late they saw
A mortal man unfold all nature’s law,
Admir’d such wisdom in an earthly shape,
And shew’d a Newton as we shew an ape.Could he, whose rules the rapid comet bind,
Describe or fix one movement of his mind?
Who saw its fires here rise, and there descend,
Explain his own beginning, or his end;
Alas what wonder! man’s superior part
Uncheck’d may rise, and climb from art to art;
But when his own great work is but begun,
What reason weaves, by passion is undone.Trace science then, with modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity or dress,
Or learning’s luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to shew the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th’ excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum,
Which serv’d the past, and must the times to come!Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man, Epistle 2:
#Literature #English #Quote #Quotes #Poetry #Poem #AlexanderPope #Science #Sciences