Miscellaneous Poems and TranslationsAlexander Pope Bernard Lintott, 1712 - 376 Seiten |
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... ambitious of thy Sway , Confpire to court thee from our World away ; Tho ' Phebus longs to mix his Rays with thine , And in thy Glories more ferenely fhine ; B 4 Tho ' Tho ' Jove himself no less content wou'd be , STATIUS his THE BAIS . 7.
... ambitious of thy Sway , Confpire to court thee from our World away ; Tho ' Phebus longs to mix his Rays with thine , And in thy Glories more ferenely fhine ; B 4 Tho ' Tho ' Jove himself no less content wou'd be , STATIUS his THE BAIS . 7.
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Alexander Pope. Tho ' Jove himself no less content wou'd be , To part his Throne and share his Heav'n with thee ; Yet ftay , great Cæfar ! and vouchsafe to reign O'er the wide Earth , and o'er the watry Main , Refign to Jove his Empire ...
Alexander Pope. Tho ' Jove himself no less content wou'd be , To part his Throne and share his Heav'n with thee ; Yet ftay , great Cæfar ! and vouchsafe to reign O'er the wide Earth , and o'er the watry Main , Refign to Jove his Empire ...
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... wou'd the fweets of Sovereign Rule devour , While Discord waits upon divided Pow'r . As stubborn Steers by brawny Plowmen broke , And join'd reluctant to the galling Yoke , Alike difdain with fervile Necks to bear Th ' unwonted Weight ...
... wou'd the fweets of Sovereign Rule devour , While Discord waits upon divided Pow'r . As stubborn Steers by brawny Plowmen broke , And join'd reluctant to the galling Yoke , Alike difdain with fervile Necks to bear Th ' unwonted Weight ...
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... wou'd fink into the Western Main , And rifing gild the radiant East again . Have we not seen ( the Blood of Laius fhed ) The murd'ring Son afcend his Parent's Bed , Thro ' violated Nature force his way , And ftain the facred Womb where ...
... wou'd fink into the Western Main , And rifing gild the radiant East again . Have we not seen ( the Blood of Laius fhed ) The murd'ring Son afcend his Parent's Bed , Thro ' violated Nature force his way , And ftain the facred Womb where ...
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... wou'd bear . The dire , tho ' juft , Revenge which I prepare Against a Nation thy peculiar Care : No lefs Dione might for Thebes contend , Nor Bacchus lefs his Native Town defend , Yet these in Silence fee the Fates fulfil Their Work ...
... wou'd bear . The dire , tho ' juft , Revenge which I prepare Against a Nation thy peculiar Care : No lefs Dione might for Thebes contend , Nor Bacchus lefs his Native Town defend , Yet these in Silence fee the Fates fulfil Their Work ...
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Seite 320 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourished two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...
Seite 332 - ... in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair ; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See, fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes : Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Seite 325 - Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound? For this with torturing irons wreathed around?
Seite 330 - All side in parties, and begin th' attack ; Fans clap, silks rustle, and tough whalebones crack ; Heroes' and heroines' shouts confusedly rise, And bass and treble voices strike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound. So when bold Homer makes the gods engage...
Seite 323 - While visits shall be paid on solemn days, When num'rous wax-lights in bright order blaze, While nymphs take treats, or...
Seite 334 - The smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a flea, Dried butterflies, and tomes of casuistry. But trust the Muse — she saw it upward rise, Tho...
Seite 293 - For though the muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain ; Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea.
Seite 326 - 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 open'd, then the case, And thus broke out— "My Lord, why, what the devil?
Seite 320 - Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd, But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt.
Seite 320 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire. Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize : The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r, The rest the winds dispers'd in empty air.