The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Band 1T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 Seiten |
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... Heav'n to sing , Call'd the loud music from the sounding string . Now wak'd from slumbers of three thousand years , Once more Achilles in dread pomp appears , Towers o'er the field of death ; as fierce he turns , Keen flash his arms ...
... Heav'n to sing , Call'd the loud music from the sounding string . Now wak'd from slumbers of three thousand years , Once more Achilles in dread pomp appears , Towers o'er the field of death ; as fierce he turns , Keen flash his arms ...
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... heav'n descend . 20 Swift fly the years , and rise the expected morn ! Oh spring to light , auspicious Babe ! be born . See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring , With all the incense of the breathing spring ; See lofty Lebanon ...
... heav'n descend . 20 Swift fly the years , and rise the expected morn ! Oh spring to light , auspicious Babe ! be born . See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring , With all the incense of the breathing spring ; See lofty Lebanon ...
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... heav'n its sparkling portals wide display , And break upon thee in a flood of day . No more the rising sun shall gild the morn , Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her silver horn ; But lost , dissolv'd in thy superior rays , One tide of glory ...
... heav'n its sparkling portals wide display , And break upon thee in a flood of day . No more the rising sun shall gild the morn , Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her silver horn ; But lost , dissolv'd in thy superior rays , One tide of glory ...
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... heav'n itself though sevenfold Nilus flows , And harvests on a hundred realms bestows ; These now no more shall be the Muse's themes , Lost in my fame , as in the sea their streams . Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons shine , And ...
... heav'n itself though sevenfold Nilus flows , And harvests on a hundred realms bestows ; These now no more shall be the Muse's themes , Lost in my fame , as in the sea their streams . Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons shine , And ...
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... heav'n's while Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain , Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , That well - known ...
... heav'n's while Abelard has part , Still rebel nature holds out half my heart ; Nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain , Nor tears for ages taught to flow in vain . Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose , That well - known ...
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Abelard Addison ALEXANDER POPE ancient ANTISTROPHE appear appear'd bard beauty behold blush breast breath bright charms courser crown'd Cynthus Daph Daphne delight Dryden Dunciad earth eclogues envy eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fire fix'd flames flocks flood flow'rs forests gales genius glory goddess grace groves hear heart heav'n Homer honour Iliad kind lays Lesbian live Lord Bolingbroke lov'd lyre Mac Flecknoe mournful Muses nature numbers nymph o'er once op'ning pastoral Phaon plains poem poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r resound rise rocks sacred Sappho satire scene SEMICHORUS shade shepherds shine shore sighs silver sing Sir Richard Steele skies soft song soul spring strains streams Streph sung swains sylvan tears tender thee Theocritus thine thou thought translation trees trembling tuneful verses Virgil weep winds Windsor write youth
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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.