The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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... thousand steps are loft . See the bold youth ftrain up the threat'ning fteep , 155 Rufh thro ' the thickets , down the valleys sweep , Hang o'er their courfers heads with eager speed , And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed . Let ...
... thousand steps are loft . See the bold youth ftrain up the threat'ning fteep , 155 Rufh thro ' the thickets , down the valleys sweep , Hang o'er their courfers heads with eager speed , And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed . Let ...
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... thousand grateful thoughts arise ; 30 Or meets his spouse's fonder eye ; Or views his smiling progeny ; What tender paffions take their turns , What home - felt raptures move ? His heart now melts , now leaps , now burns , With rev ...
... thousand grateful thoughts arise ; 30 Or meets his spouse's fonder eye ; Or views his smiling progeny ; What tender paffions take their turns , What home - felt raptures move ? His heart now melts , now leaps , now burns , With rev ...
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... thousand charms confpire , Her Voice is all these tuneful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnaffus but to please their ear , Not mend their minds ; as fome to Church repair , Not for the doctrine , but the mufic there . Thefe equal fyllables ...
... thousand charms confpire , Her Voice is all these tuneful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnaffus but to please their ear , Not mend their minds ; as fome to Church repair , Not for the doctrine , but the mufic there . Thefe equal fyllables ...
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... thousand years : Now length of fame ( our fecond life ) is loft , And bare threefcore is all ev'n that can boast : Our fons their fathers failing language fee , And such as Chaucer is , fhall Dryden be . So when the faithful pencil has ...
... thousand years : Now length of fame ( our fecond life ) is loft , And bare threefcore is all ev'n that can boast : Our fons their fathers failing language fee , And such as Chaucer is , fhall Dryden be . So when the faithful pencil has ...
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... thousand bright inhabitants of Air ! If e'er one Vifion touch'd thy infant thought , 25 Of all the Nurse and all the Priest have taught ; 30 Of airy Elves by moon - light fhadows feen , The filver token , and the circled green , Or ...
... thousand bright inhabitants of Air ! If e'er one Vifion touch'd thy infant thought , 25 Of all the Nurse and all the Priest have taught ; 30 Of airy Elves by moon - light fhadows feen , The filver token , and the circled green , Or ...
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Seite 57 - 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 256 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green ; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Seite 337 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Seite 101 - 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 288 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Seite 294 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Seite 284 - Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go ! and pretend your family is young, Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Look next on greatness : say where greatness lies, Where, but among the heroes and the wise...
Seite 92 - 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 279 - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? • Where grows ? — where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Seite 330 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!