Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Band 1Alexander Pope Bernard Lintot, 1722 - 288 Seiten |
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... ' confecrated walks to rove , And hear foft mufick dye along the grove ; Led by the found I roam from shade to fhade , By god - like poets venerable made : Here Here his first lays majestick Denham sung ; There the 18 Mifcellaneous POEMS.
... ' confecrated walks to rove , And hear foft mufick dye along the grove ; Led by the found I roam from shade to fhade , By god - like poets venerable made : Here Here his first lays majestick Denham sung ; There the 18 Mifcellaneous POEMS.
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... A fool might once himself alone expofe , Now one in verfe makes many more in profe . fence ' Tis with our judgments as our watches , none Go juft alike , yet each believes his own . B. 6 In In poets as true genius is but rare , True ΑΝ ...
... A fool might once himself alone expofe , Now one in verfe makes many more in profe . fence ' Tis with our judgments as our watches , none Go juft alike , yet each believes his own . B. 6 In In poets as true genius is but rare , True ΑΝ ...
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Alexander Pope. In poets as true genius is but rare , True tafte as feldom is the critick's fhare ; Both must alike from heav'n derive their light , ་ These born to judge , as well as those to write . Let * fuch teach others who ...
Alexander Pope. In poets as true genius is but rare , True tafte as feldom is the critick's fhare ; Both must alike from heav'n derive their light , ་ These born to judge , as well as those to write . Let * fuch teach others who ...
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... poets paft , Turn'd critics next , and prov'd plain fools at laft : Some neither can for wits nor critics pafs , As heavy mules are neither horfe nor ass . Thofe half - learn'd witlings , num'rous in our iffe , As half - form'd infects ...
... poets paft , Turn'd critics next , and prov'd plain fools at laft : Some neither can for wits nor critics pafs , As heavy mules are neither horfe nor ass . Thofe half - learn'd witlings , num'rous in our iffe , As half - form'd infects ...
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Alexander Pope. The gen'rous critic fann'd the poet's fire , And taught the world , with reason to admire .. Then criticism ... poets their own arms they turn'd , Sure to hate moft the men from whom they learn'd . So modern ' pothecaries ...
Alexander Pope. The gen'rous critic fann'd the poet's fire , And taught the world , with reason to admire .. Then criticism ... poets their own arms they turn'd , Sure to hate moft the men from whom they learn'd . So modern ' pothecaries ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms beauty Belinda bleft bofom breaft bright charms cloſe conqueft e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcorn feem feen felf fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhould fide fighs fight filk filver fing firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fons fools foon forefts foul fpring ftands ftate ftill ftreams fubjects fuch fung fure fwelling gen'rous glow Gnome grace hair hand head heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf honour juft laft laſt learn'd lefs loft lov'd lyre maid moft moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffions Pallas pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pray'rs pride rage reft rife rofe Rome Semichorus ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſpeak ſpread ſtill Sylphs tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro trembling Twas Umbriel vafe Vertumnus whofe wife worfe
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 62 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
Seite 83 - 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 amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Seite 162 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Seite 81 - 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 42 - Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Seite 167 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Seite 166 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Seite 52 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love ; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow : Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found...
Seite 92 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Seite 128 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.