Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Band 1Alexander Pope Bernard Lintot, 1722 - 288 Seiten |
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... tyrant sway'd ? In vain kind feafons fwell'd the teeming grain , Soft fhow'rs diftill'd , and funs grew warm in vain ... tyrants bled , But fubjects and TRANSLATIONS .
... tyrant sway'd ? In vain kind feafons fwell'd the teeming grain , Soft fhow'rs diftill'd , and funs grew warm in vain ... tyrants bled , But fubjects and TRANSLATIONS .
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Alexander Pope. Both doom'd alike for fportive tyrants bled , But fubjects ftarv'd while favages were fed . Proud Nimrod firft the bloody chace began , A mighty hunter , and his prey was man . Our haughty Norman boafts that barb'rous ...
Alexander Pope. Both doom'd alike for fportive tyrants bled , But fubjects ftarv'd while favages were fed . Proud Nimrod firft the bloody chace began , A mighty hunter , and his prey was man . Our haughty Norman boafts that barb'rous ...
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... tyrants of the wat'ry plains . Now Cancer glows with Phoebus ' fiery car ; The youth rufh eager to the fylvan war ; Swarm o'er the lawns , the foreft walks furround , Rowze the fleet hart , and chear the op'ning hound . Th ' impatient ...
... tyrants of the wat'ry plains . Now Cancer glows with Phoebus ' fiery car ; The youth rufh eager to the fylvan war ; Swarm o'er the lawns , the foreft walks furround , Rowze the fleet hart , and chear the op'ning hound . Th ' impatient ...
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... tyrant feel th ' eternal wound . As the good ifhepherd tends his fleecy care , Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air , Explores the loft , the wandring fheep directs , By day o'erfees them , and by night protects ; 8 Cap . xlii ...
... tyrant feel th ' eternal wound . As the good ifhepherd tends his fleecy care , Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air , Explores the loft , the wandring fheep directs , By day o'erfees them , and by night protects ; 8 Cap . xlii ...
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... tyrant in old tapestry ! Fear moft to tax an honourable fool , Whofe right it is , uncenfur'd to be dull ; Such without wit are poets when they please , As without learning they can take degrees . Leave dang'rous truths to unfuccefsful ...
... tyrant in old tapestry ! Fear moft to tax an honourable fool , Whofe right it is , uncenfur'd to be dull ; Such without wit are poets when they please , As without learning they can take degrees . Leave dang'rous truths to unfuccefsful ...
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.