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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... winds , while Pope and Virgil fing . In English lays , and all fublimely great , Thy Homer warms with all his ancient heat ; He shines in council , thunders in the fight , And flames with ev'ry fenfe of great delight . 50 Long has that ...
... winds , while Pope and Virgil fing . In English lays , and all fublimely great , Thy Homer warms with all his ancient heat ; He shines in council , thunders in the fight , And flames with ev'ry fenfe of great delight . 50 Long has that ...
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... winds on breathing rofes blow . I'll stake yon ' lamb , that near the fountain plays , And from the brink his dancing fhade furveys . DAPHNIS . 20 25 30 And I this bowl , where wanton ivy twines , And fwelling clufters bend the curling ...
... winds on breathing rofes blow . I'll stake yon ' lamb , that near the fountain plays , And from the brink his dancing fhade furveys . DAPHNIS . 20 25 30 And I this bowl , where wanton ivy twines , And fwelling clufters bend the curling ...
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... winds fhall waft it to the pow'r above . But would you fing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wond'ring forests foon should dance again , The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call , And headlong ftreams hang lift'ning in their fall ...
... winds fhall waft it to the pow'r above . But would you fing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wond'ring forests foon should dance again , The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call , And headlong ftreams hang lift'ning in their fall ...
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... winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpity'd , and forlorn . Go , gentle gales , and bear my fighs along ! For her , the feather'd quires neglect their fong ; For her , the lymes their pleafing shades deny ; For her , the lillies , hang ...
... winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpity'd , and forlorn . Go , gentle gales , and bear my fighs along ! For her , the feather'd quires neglect their fong ; For her , the lymes their pleafing shades deny ; For her , the lillies , hang ...
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... winds and trees and floods her death deplore , Daphne , our grief ! our glory now no more ! But fee ! where Daphne wond'ring mounts on high , Above the clouds , above the ftarry sky ! Eternal beauties grace the fhining scene , Fields ...
... winds and trees and floods her death deplore , Daphne , our grief ! our glory now no more ! But fee ! where Daphne wond'ring mounts on high , Above the clouds , above the ftarry sky ! Eternal beauties grace the fhining scene , Fields ...
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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!