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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... Thou should'ft not fail of numbers worthy thine ; The brightest ancients might at once agree To fing within my lays , and fing of thee . Horace himself would own thou doft excell In candid arts to play the critic well , Ovid himself ...
... Thou should'ft not fail of numbers worthy thine ; The brightest ancients might at once agree To fing within my lays , and fing of thee . Horace himself would own thou doft excell In candid arts to play the critic well , Ovid himself ...
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... thou , a Daphnis he ; While fome old Damon , o'er the vulgar wife , Thinks he deferves , and thou deserv'st the prize ? Rapt with the thought , my fancy feeks the plains , And turns me fhepherd while I hear the ftrains . Indulgent nurfe ...
... thou , a Daphnis he ; While fome old Damon , o'er the vulgar wife , Thinks he deferves , and thou deserv'st the prize ? Rapt with the thought , my fancy feeks the plains , And turns me fhepherd while I hear the ftrains . Indulgent nurfe ...
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... thou and Homer die : Then fink together in the world's laft fires , What heav'n created , and what heav'n inspires . If ought on earth , when once this breath is fled , 15 With human tranfport touch the mighty dead ,, Shakespear rejoice ...
... thou and Homer die : Then fink together in the world's laft fires , What heav'n created , and what heav'n inspires . If ought on earth , when once this breath is fled , 15 With human tranfport touch the mighty dead ,, Shakespear rejoice ...
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... thou chufe , What laurel'd arch for thy triumphant Muse ? Tho ' each great ancient court thee to his fhrine , Tho ' ev'ry laurel thro ' the dome be thine , ( From the proud Epic , down to thofe that shade The gentler Brow of the foft ...
... thou chufe , What laurel'd arch for thy triumphant Muse ? Tho ' each great ancient court thee to his fhrine , Tho ' ev'ry laurel thro ' the dome be thine , ( From the proud Epic , down to thofe that shade The gentler Brow of the foft ...
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... thou shalt breathe thy happy native air , To Pope this meffage from his master bear : rays Great bard , whofe numbers I myself inspire , To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre , If high exalted on the throne of wit , Near me and Homer thou ...
... thou shalt breathe thy happy native air , To Pope this meffage from his master bear : rays Great bard , whofe numbers I myself inspire , To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre , If high exalted on the throne of wit , Near me and Homer thou ...
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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!