The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Band 1T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 Seiten |
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... gales shall fan the glade , Trees , where you sit , shall croud into a shade : Where'er you tread the blushing flow'rs shall rise , 75 And all things flourish where you turn your eyes . Oh ! how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke ...
... gales shall fan the glade , Trees , where you sit , shall croud into a shade : Where'er you tread the blushing flow'rs shall rise , 75 And all things flourish where you turn your eyes . Oh ! how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke ...
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... Phoebus shone serenely bright , And fleecy clouds were streak'd with purple light ; When tuneful Hylas , with melodious moan , 15 Taught rocks to weep , and made the mountains groan . Go , gentle gales , and bear my sighs away.
... Phoebus shone serenely bright , And fleecy clouds were streak'd with purple light ; When tuneful Hylas , with melodious moan , 15 Taught rocks to weep , and made the mountains groan . Go , gentle gales , and bear my sighs away.
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... gales , and bear my sighs along ! For her the feather'd choirs neglect their song ; For her the limes their pleasing shades deny ; For her the lilies hang their heads and die . Ye flow'rs that droop , forsaken by the spring , Ye birds ...
... gales , and bear my sighs along ! For her the feather'd choirs neglect their song ; For her the limes their pleasing shades deny ; For her the lilies hang their heads and die . Ye flow'rs that droop , forsaken by the spring , Ye birds ...
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... gales , and bear my sighs away ! Come , Delia , come ; ah ! why this long delay ? Through rocks and caves the name of Delia sounds , Delia each cave and echoing rock rebounds . Ye pow'rs , what pleasing frenzy soothes my mind ! Do ...
... gales , and bear my sighs away ! Come , Delia , come ; ah ! why this long delay ? Through rocks and caves the name of Delia sounds , Delia each cave and echoing rock rebounds . Ye pow'rs , what pleasing frenzy soothes my mind ! Do ...
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... gales the game betray , Couch'd close he lies , and meditatés the prey ; Secure they trust th ' unfaithful field beset , " Till hov'ring o'er ' em sweeps the swelling net . Thus ( if small things we may with great compare ) When Albion ...
... gales the game betray , Couch'd close he lies , and meditatés the prey ; Secure they trust th ' unfaithful field beset , " Till hov'ring o'er ' em sweeps the swelling net . Thus ( if small things we may with great compare ) When Albion ...
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Seite 21 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer: Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike ; Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Seite 21 - Dreading ev'n fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little Senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars ev'ry sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise: Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
Seite 176 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground now sacred by thy relics made. So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame.
Seite 21 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Seite 174 - Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes, The glorious fault of angels and of gods; Thence to their images on earth it flows, And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows.
Seite 122 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Seite 17 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Seite 121 - Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born ! See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring...
Seite 123 - The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead : The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet.
Seite 164 - Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose; No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows. Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow, Or moving spirit bade the waters flow; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n, And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n.