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admirable ancient appears beauty beſt Boileau called character critic edition equal ev'ry excellent eyes fair fall fame fate fields fire firſt genius give given grace hand head hear heart himſelf Homer imagination IMITATIONS Italy judge judgment juſt kind language laſt lays learned Letters light lines living Lock Lord manner mean mentioned mind moſt Muſe muſic muſt nature never NOTES numbers o'er obſerved once opinion original paſſage Paſtorals perhaps piece play pleaſe poem poet poetry Pope praiſe reaſon REMARKS riſe rules ſaid ſame ſays ſee ſeem ſenſe ſeveral ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpring ſtill ſubject ſuch taſte theſe thing thoſe thought tragedy tranſlation true turn uſe VARIATIONS verſe Virgil whole whoſe writer written wrote
Seite 101 - The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the falling together; and a little child shall lead them.
Seite 161 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Seite 289 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Seite 313 - 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 318 - Who would not scorn what Housewife's Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use ? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas ! frail Beauty must decay...
Seite 319 - 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 85 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 231 - Th' opposing body's grossness, not its own. When first that sun too pow'rful beams displays, It draws up vapours which obscure its rays; But ev'n those clouds at last adorn its way, Reflect new glories and augment the day. Be thou the first true merit to befriend ; His praise is lost, who stays till all commend.
Seite 205 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all. Thus when we view some well-proportion'd dome, (The world's just wonder, and ev'n thine, O Rome!) No single parts unequally surprise, All comes united to th' admiring eyes; No monstrous height, or breadth or length appear; The whole at once is bold and regular.