The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeA.L. Burt, 1890 - 550 Seiten |
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... Heav'n in wit has been profuse , Want as much more to turn it to its use ; For wit and judgment often are at strife ; Though meant each other's aid , like man and wife , ' Tis more to guide , than spur the muse's steed ; Restrain his ...
... Heav'n in wit has been profuse , Want as much more to turn it to its use ; For wit and judgment often are at strife ; Though meant each other's aid , like man and wife , ' Tis more to guide , than spur the muse's steed ; Restrain his ...
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... Heav'n . The gen'rous critic fanned the poet's fire , And taught the world with reason to admire . Then criticism the muse's handmaid proved , To dress her charms and make her more beloved : But following wits from that intention ...
... Heav'n . The gen'rous critic fanned the poet's fire , And taught the world with reason to admire . Then criticism the muse's handmaid proved , To dress her charms and make her more beloved : But following wits from that intention ...
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... Heav'n's free subjects might their rights dis- pute , Lest God Himself should seem too absolute ; Pulpits their sacred satire learned to spare , And vice admired to find a flatterer there ! Encouraged thus , wit's Titan's braved the ...
... Heav'n's free subjects might their rights dis- pute , Lest God Himself should seem too absolute ; Pulpits their sacred satire learned to spare , And vice admired to find a flatterer there ! Encouraged thus , wit's Titan's braved the ...
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... Heav'n , and ev'ry pow'r adored , 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 ...
... Heav'n , and ev'ry pow'r adored , 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 ...
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... Heav'n has doomed that shock must fall , Haste , then , ye spirits ! to your charge repair : The flutt'ring fan be Zephyretta's care ; The drops ' to thee , Brillante , we consign ; And , Momentilla , let the watch be thine ; Do thou ...
... Heav'n has doomed that shock must fall , Haste , then , ye spirits ! to your charge repair : The flutt'ring fan be Zephyretta's care ; The drops ' to thee , Brillante , we consign ; And , Momentilla , let the watch be thine ; Do thou ...
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Seite 359 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Seite 189 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : •> From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could. suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 221 - Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
Seite 358 - 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 273 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile Antithesis.
Seite 74 - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; On shining altars of Japan they raise The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze: From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide: At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Seite 187 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot ; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Seite 184 - Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain; As Argus
Seite 85 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Seite 193 - All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of Being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.