The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with life of the author and notes by J. LuptonW. Tegg, 1867 - 526 Seiten |
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... beauty in itself , and that it be different in every eclogue . Besides , in each of them a designed scene or prospect is to be presented to our view , which should likewise have its variety : this variety is ob- tained in a great degree ...
... beauty in itself , and that it be different in every eclogue . Besides , in each of them a designed scene or prospect is to be presented to our view , which should likewise have its variety : this variety is ob- tained in a great degree ...
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... beauty and propriety in the time of Theo- critus ; it was used in part of Greece , and frequent in the mouths of many of the greatest persons : whereas the old English and country phrases of Spenser were either entirely obsolete , or ...
... beauty and propriety in the time of Theo- critus ; it was used in part of Greece , and frequent in the mouths of many of the greatest persons : whereas the old English and country phrases of Spenser were either entirely obsolete , or ...
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... beauty wither'd , and their verdure lost ! 10 Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the listening Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song ...
... beauty wither'd , and their verdure lost ! 10 Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the listening Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song ...
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... beauty is no more ! For her the flocks refuse their verdant food ; The thirsty heifers shun the gliding flood ; The silver swans her hapless fate bemoan , In notes more sad than when they sing their own : In hollow caves sweet Echo ...
... beauty is no more ! For her the flocks refuse their verdant food ; The thirsty heifers shun the gliding flood ; The silver swans her hapless fate bemoan , In notes more sad than when they sing their own : In hollow caves sweet Echo ...
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... beauty , should be like in fame . Here hills and vales , the woodland and the plain , Here earth and water seem to strive again ; Not chaos - like together crush'd and bruised ; But , as the world , harmoniously confused : Where order ...
... beauty , should be like in fame . Here hills and vales , the woodland and the plain , Here earth and water seem to strive again ; Not chaos - like together crush'd and bruised ; But , as the world , harmoniously confused : Where order ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Ambrose Philips ancient Balaam Bavius beauty Behold bless'd blessing bliss Book breast breath Cæsar charms Chartres Cibber Colley Cibber Countess of Suffolk court cried crown'd Cynthus divine dread Duchess of Marlborough Duchess of Montague Dulness Dunciad e'en e'er EPISTLE eternal eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames fool give glory goddess gold grace happiness hate head heart Heaven honour king knave laws learn'd live lord Lord Hervey mankind Mary Churchill mind mortal Muse nature nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once passion plain pleased pleasure poet Pope praise pride proud queen rage rhyme rich rise round rules sacred Sappho satire sense shade shine sighs sing skies soft soul sylphs taste tears Thalestris thee thine things thou throne trembling Twas Twickenham verse vice virtue whate'er wings wise youth
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Seite 197 - Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Seite 157 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Seite 159 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 197 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue.
Seite 233 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks ; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or...
Seite 28 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Seite 166 - KNOW, then, thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed 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...
Seite 407 - 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.
Seite 167 - 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...
Seite 314 - So impudent I own myself no knave :} So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave. > Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.