The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1859 - 478 Seiten |
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... trembling osiers play , And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for power , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , And carrying with you all the world can boast , To all the world ...
... trembling osiers play , And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for power , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , And carrying with you all the world can boast , To all the world ...
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... trembling trees ; The trembling trees , in every plain and wood , Her fate remurmur to the silver flood ; The silver flood , so lately calm , appears Swell'd with new passion , and o'erflows with tears ; The winds , and trees , and ...
... trembling trees ; The trembling trees , in every plain and wood , Her fate remurmur to the silver flood ; The silver flood , so lately calm , appears Swell'd with new passion , and o'erflows with tears ; The winds , and trees , and ...
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... trembling in his hand : With looks unmoved , he hopes the scaly breed , And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed ... trembling doves can fly , When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky ; Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves ...
... trembling in his hand : With looks unmoved , he hopes the scaly breed , And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed ... trembling doves can fly , When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky ; Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves ...
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... Trembling , hoping , lingering , flying Oh the pain , the bliss of dying ! Cease , fond nature , cease thy strife , And let me languish into life ! Against the poets their own arms they turn'd , Sure 16 PIECES FOR MUSIC . TWO CHORUSES ...
... Trembling , hoping , lingering , flying Oh the pain , the bliss of dying ! Cease , fond nature , cease thy strife , And let me languish into life ! Against the poets their own arms they turn'd , Sure 16 PIECES FOR MUSIC . TWO CHORUSES ...
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... Trembling begins the sacred rites of pride . Unnumber'd treasures ope at once , and here The various offerings of the world appear ; From each she nicely culls with curious toil , And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil . This ...
... Trembling begins the sacred rites of pride . Unnumber'd treasures ope at once , and here The various offerings of the world appear ; From each she nicely culls with curious toil , And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil . This ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antilochus arms Asius Atrides behold beneath blest blood bold brave breast breath chariot charms chief coursers cries crown'd dart dead death Diomed divine dreadful Dulness Dunciad earth eyes fair falchion fall fame fate fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies fool fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand head hear heart heaven Hector hero Homer honour Idomeneus Iliad Ilion immortal javelin Jove king live lord Lycian Menelaus mighty mind monarch mortal muse night numbers nymph o'er Pallas passion Patroclus Peleus Phoebus plain poem poet praise Priam pride prince proud queen race rage rise round sacred shade shine shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke steeds stood Swift tears thee Thetis thine thou thunder toils trembling Trojan Troy Tydeus Ulysses verse Virgil virtue walls warrior wound wretched youth
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Seite 79 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Seite 85 - 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 101 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite, Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar Toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or...
Seite 85 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Seite 20 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an Echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shoar, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Seite 77 - With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reasoning but to err...
Seite 10 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes. Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more ; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a plough-share end.
Seite 28 - And screen'd in shades from day's detested glare, She sighs for ever on her pensive bed, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
Seite 19 - For works may have more wit than does 'em good, As bodies perish through excess of blood. Others for language all their care express, And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — the style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content.
Seite 20 - whispers through the trees:" If crystal streams "with pleasing murmurs creep...