The poetical works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements. From the text of dr. Warburton. With the life of the author [by T. Cibber].
C. Cooke, Paternoster Row, 1807
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Addison Adrastus ALEXANDER POPE ancient appear Balaam bear beauty Behold bless bless'd bliss blood breast bright charms clouds critics crown'd Cynthus delight Dryope Dunciad e'er earth Eclogues eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fix'd flame fools fury genius gentle give glory gnome gods grace groves hair happiness heart Heav'n hirds honour Iliad Jove kind king light live lord Lord Bolingbroke maid mankind mind mortal mournful Muse nature never night numbers nymph o'er once passion Phaon Phoebus plain pleas'd pleasure poem poets Pope pow'r praise pride rage reason reign resound rise sacred Sappho sense shade shine sighs sing Sir Richard Steele skies soft soul spread spring swain sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus things thou thought trees trembling Twas Tydeus Vertumnus Virgil virgin virtue wife winds wise wretched youth
Seite 90 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprites repair...
Seite 125 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Seite 156 - To man's low passions, or their glorious ends, Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise; Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer, From grave to gay, from lively to severe ; Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, Intent to reason, or polite to please.
Seite 100 - Tis hard to say if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill ; But of the two less dangerous is th' offence To tire our patience than mislead our sense : Some few in that, but numbers err in this, Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose.
Seite 164 - Perhaps prosperity becalm'd his breast, Perhaps the wind just shifted from the east. Not therefore humble he who seeks retreat ; Pride guides his steps, and bids him shun the great.
Seite 130 - 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 166 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise: Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him or he dies; Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Seite 139 - replies a pamper'd goose : And just as short of reason he must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all.
Seite 128 - Were we to press, inferior might on ours; Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. And, if each system in gradation roll Alike essential to th' amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall.