The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with life of the author and notes by J. LuptonW. Tegg, 1867 - 526 Seiten |
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... grace excel ; Bless'd nymphs , whose swains those graces sing so well ! Now rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bowers , A soft retreat from sudden vernal showers : * " An allusion to the royal oak , in which Charles II . had been hid ...
... grace excel ; Bless'd nymphs , whose swains those graces sing so well ! Now rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bowers , A soft retreat from sudden vernal showers : * " An allusion to the royal oak , in which Charles II . had been hid ...
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... grace the shining scene ; Fields ever fresh , and groves for ever green ! There , while you rest in amaranthine bowers , Or from those meads select unfading flowers , Behold us kindly , who your name implore ; Daphne , our goddess , and ...
... grace the shining scene ; Fields ever fresh , and groves for ever green ! There , while you rest in amaranthine bowers , Or from those meads select unfading flowers , Behold us kindly , who your name implore ; Daphne , our goddess , and ...
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... grace his towering height , Than what more humble mountains offer here , Where , in their blessings , all those gods appear . See Pan with flocks , with fruits Pomona crown'd ; Here blushing Flora paints the enamell'd ground , Here ...
... grace his towering height , Than what more humble mountains offer here , Where , in their blessings , all those gods appear . See Pan with flocks , with fruits Pomona crown'd ; Here blushing Flora paints the enamell'd ground , Here ...
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... grace the mansion of our earthly gods : Nor all his stars above a lustre show , Like the bright beauties on thy banks below ; Where Jove , subdued by mortal passion still , Might change Olympus for a nobler hill . 230 240 Happy the man ...
... grace the mansion of our earthly gods : Nor all his stars above a lustre show , Like the bright beauties on thy banks below ; Where Jove , subdued by mortal passion still , Might change Olympus for a nobler hill . 230 240 Happy the man ...
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... grace beyond the reach of art ; Which , without passing through the judgment , gains The heart , and all its end at once attains . 160 In prospects , thus , some objects please our eyes , Which out of nature's common order rise ; The ...
... grace beyond the reach of art ; Which , without passing through the judgment , gains The heart , and all its end at once attains . 160 In prospects , thus , some objects please our eyes , Which out of nature's common order rise ; The ...
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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.