The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope
Macmillan, 1896 - 505 Seiten
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Seite lv - ch. xxxv. 7.—'The parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water: In the habitations where dragons lay, shall be grass, and reeds, and rushes.' Ch. Iv. 13.—'Instead of the thorn shall come up the firtree, and instead of the briar shall come up the myrtle-tree.
Seite 161 - To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; 110 But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company. IV. Go, wiser thou ! and, in thy scale of sense, Weigh thy Opinion against Providence ; Call imperfection what thou fancy'st such, i
Seite 243 - Like Cato, give his little Senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; 210 While Wits and Templars ev'ry 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 ATTIC us
Seite 193 - me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of Man, When thousand Worlds are round : Let not this weak, unknowing hand 25 Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy Foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way.
Seite 164 - And hound sagacious on the tainted green : Of hearing, from the life that fills the Flood, To that which warbles thro' the vernal wood: The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line : In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
Seite 193 - Save me alike from foolish Pride, Or impious Discontent, At aught thy Wisdom has deny'd, 35 Or aught thy Goodness lent. Teach me to feel another's Woe, To hide the Fault I see; That Mercy I to others show, That Mercy show to me. 40 Mean tho
Seite 161 - And" now a bubble burst, and now a world. 90 Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast
Seite 166 - Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee. Submit.—In this, or any other sphere, 285 Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear: Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r, Or in the natal, or the mortal hour 3 . All Nature is but Art, unknown to
Seite 23 - Something, whose truth convinc'd at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. 300 As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit. For works may have more wit than does 'em good, As bodies perish thro' excess of blood. Others for Language all their care
Seite 22 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. In every work regard the writer's End, Since none can compass more than they intend ; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in