Books: Books, Oct. 1, 1945

Alexander Pope was a cantankerous little (4 ft., 6 in.) poet who took a special delight in puncturing bores, dullards and windbags, with his sharpened, precisely aimed verses. Periodically, during the 200 years since his lifetime, the reading public has rediscovered Pope. To mark the bicentennial of his death, a new five-volume set of his works has been projected (Twickenham Edition of the Poems of Alexander Pope—Methuen & Co., Ltd., London). Some of Pope's packed and pointed lines seem apt as ever in the autumn of 1945.


Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study...

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