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The play may pasy -- but that strange creature Shore Say , lovely youth , that dost
my heart command , I can't - indeed now - I so hate a whore ! 'Can Phaon's eyes
forget his Sappho's hand ? Just as a blockhead rubs his thoughtless skull , Must ...
The play may pasy -- but that strange creature Shore Say , lovely youth , that dost
my heart command , I can't - indeed now - I so hate a whore ! 'Can Phaon's eyes
forget his Sappho's hand ? Just as a blockhead rubs his thoughtless skull , Must ...
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Bat why , alas ! relentless youth , ah why Why feels my heart its long - forgotten
heat ? To distant seas must tender Sappho fly ? Yet , yet I love ! -From Abelard it
came , Thy charms than those may far more powerful be , And Eloisa yet must
kiss ...
Bat why , alas ! relentless youth , ah why Why feels my heart its long - forgotten
heat ? To distant seas must tender Sappho fly ? Yet , yet I love ! -From Abelard it
came , Thy charms than those may far more powerful be , And Eloisa yet must
kiss ...
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She wants a heart . 160 Yet hate repose , and dread to be alone ; She speaks ,
behaves , and acts just as she ought ; Worn out in public , weary every eye , Eut
never , never reach'd one generous thought . Nor leave one sigh behind them ...
She wants a heart . 160 Yet hate repose , and dread to be alone ; She speaks ,
behaves , and acts just as she ought ; Worn out in public , weary every eye , Eut
never , never reach'd one generous thought . Nor leave one sigh behind them ...
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But , ah ! what aggravates the killing smart , Tre basset - table spread , the tallier
come ; The cruel thought , that stabs me to the heart ; Why stays Smilinda in the
dressing - room ? This cursed Ombrelia , this undoing fair , Rise , pensive nymph
...
But , ah ! what aggravates the killing smart , Tre basset - table spread , the tallier
come ; The cruel thought , that stabs me to the heart ; Why stays Smilinda in the
dressing - room ? This cursed Ombrelia , this undoing fair , Rise , pensive nymph
...
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490 Nor from yon boaster shall your chief retire , The son of Peleus sees with joy
possess'd , Not though his heart were steel , his hand were fire ; His heart high -
bounding in his rising breast : That fire , that steel , your Hector should withstand
...
490 Nor from yon boaster shall your chief retire , The son of Peleus sees with joy
possess'd , Not though his heart were steel , his hand were fire ; His heart high -
bounding in his rising breast : That fire , that steel , your Hector should withstand
...
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Seite 125 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 112 - 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 125 - And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Seite 102 - 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 60 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence; 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...
Seite 103 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Seite 112 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Seite 64 - Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, Bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Seite 66 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home ; Here thou, great Anna ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea. Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, To taste awhile the pleasures of a court ; In various talk th...
Seite 103 - Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent!
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| Titel | The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the Author |
| Autor/in | Alexander Pope |
| Übersetzt von | Thomas Parnell |
| Verlag | J.J. Woodward, 1830 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 2. Dez. 2006 |
| Länge | 442 Seiten |
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