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... The bowl to Strephon , and the lamb to thee : Blest Swains , whose Nymphs in
ev'ry grace excel ; Blest Nymphs , whose Swains those graces sing so well ! Now
rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs , A soft retreat from sudden vernal ...
... The bowl to Strephon , and the lamb to thee : Blest Swains , whose Nymphs in
ev'ry grace excel ; Blest Nymphs , whose Swains those graces sing so well ! Now
rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs , A soft retreat from sudden vernal ...
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The bleating sheep with my complaints agree , They parch ' d with heat , and I
inflam ' d by thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart
eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , Muses , in what lawn or grove , While your
...
The bleating sheep with my complaints agree , They parch ' d with heat , and I
inflam ' d by thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart
eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , Muses , in what lawn or grove , While your
...
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... breath Inspir ' d when living , and bequeath ' d in death ; He said ; Alexis , take
this pipe , the same That taught the groves my Rosalinda ' s name : But now the
reeds shall hang on yonder tree , For ever silent , since despis ' d by thee .
... breath Inspir ' d when living , and bequeath ' d in death ; He said ; Alexis , take
this pipe , the same That taught the groves my Rosalinda ' s name : But now the
reeds shall hang on yonder tree , For ever silent , since despis ' d by thee .
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I know thee , Love ! on foreign Mountains bred , Wolves gave thee suck , and
savage Tigers fed . Thou wert from Ætna ' s burning entrails torn , Got by fierce
whirlwinds , and in thunder born ! Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay !
I know thee , Love ! on foreign Mountains bred , Wolves gave thee suck , and
savage Tigers fed . Thou wert from Ætna ' s burning entrails torn , Got by fierce
whirlwinds , and in thunder born ! Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay !
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Such silence waits on Philomela ' s strains , In some still ev ' ning , when the
whisp ' ring breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . To thee , bright
goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed .
Such silence waits on Philomela ' s strains , In some still ev ' ning , when the
whisp ' ring breeze Pants on the leaves , and dies upon the trees . To thee , bright
goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed .
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Seite 40 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Seite 274 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; 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...
Seite 74 - The Berries crackle, and the Mill turns round ; On shining Altars of Japan they raise The silver Lamp ; the fiery Spirits blaze. From silver Spouts the grateful Liquors glide, While China's Earth receives the smoking Tide.
Seite 49 - A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ : Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where Nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The gen'rous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Seite 68 - And decks the goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled, and the white.
Seite 52 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Seite 65 - Muse! is due: This, ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view: Slight is the subject, but not so the praise, If she inspire, and he approve my lays. Say what strange motive, Goddess! could compel A well-bred lord t
Seite 78 - She said ; then raging to Sir Plume repairs, And bids her beau demand the precious hairs : (Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane,) With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face, He first the snuff-box...
Seite 277 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Seite 275 - Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis. Amphibious thing! that acting either part, The trifling head, or the corrupted heart; Fop at the toilet, flatterer at the board, Now trips a lady, and now struts a lord.
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| Titel | The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope |
| Autor/in | Alexander Pope |
| Herausgeber | William Michael Rossetti |
| Illustriert von | Thomas Strong Secombe |
| Verlag | E. Moxon, son,, 1873 |
| Original von | University of Michigan |
| Digitalisiert | 29. Apr. 2005 |
| Länge | 600 Seiten |
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