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My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand , not Art's , and pleasures yield
Horace might envy in his Sabine field . Thus would I double my life's fading
spaceFor he that runs it well , twice runs his race ; And in this true delightThese
unbought ...
My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand , not Art's , and pleasures yield
Horace might envy in his Sabine field . Thus would I double my life's fading
spaceFor he that runs it well , twice runs his race ; And in this true delightThese
unbought ...
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... forced from engines , lead itself can fly , And pond'rous slugs move nimbly
through the sky . Sure Bavius copied Mævius to the full , And Chærilus taught
Codrus to be dull ; Therefore , dear friend , at my advice give o'er This needless
labour ...
... forced from engines , lead itself can fly , And pond'rous slugs move nimbly
through the sky . Sure Bavius copied Mævius to the full , And Chærilus taught
Codrus to be dull ; Therefore , dear friend , at my advice give o'er This needless
labour ...
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The sire against the son his arrows drew , O'er the wide fields the furious mother
flew , And while her arms a second hope contain , Sprung from the rocks and
plunged into the main . But wave whate'er to Cadmus may belong , And fix , O
Muse ...
The sire against the son his arrows drew , O'er the wide fields the furious mother
flew , And while her arms a second hope contain , Sprung from the rocks and
plunged into the main . But wave whate'er to Cadmus may belong , And fix , O
Muse ...
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... with bloody hands he strook , While from his breast these dreadful accents
broke : “ Ye gods ! that o ' er the gloomy regions reign , Where guilty spirits feel
eternal pain ; Thou , sable Styx ! whose livid streams are rollid Through dreary
coasts ...
... with bloody hands he strook , While from his breast these dreadful accents
broke : “ Ye gods ! that o ' er the gloomy regions reign , Where guilty spirits feel
eternal pain ; Thou , sable Styx ! whose livid streams are rollid Through dreary
coasts ...
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My sons their old , unhappy sire despise , Spoild of his kingdom , and deprived of
eyes ; Guideless I wander , unregarded mourn , While these exalt their sceptres o
'er my urn ; These sons , ye gods ! who with flagitious pride Insult my darkness ...
My sons their old , unhappy sire despise , Spoild of his kingdom , and deprived of
eyes ; Guideless I wander , unregarded mourn , While these exalt their sceptres o
'er my urn ; These sons , ye gods ! who with flagitious pride Insult my darkness ...
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Seite 183 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Seite 199 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows...
Seite 178 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Seite 265 - Statesman, yet friend to Truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Seite 198 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Seite 246 - Restore the Lock ! she cries ; and all around, Restore the Lock ! the vaulted roofs rebound. Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain...
Seite 245 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair ; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side ; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes : Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Seite 178 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Seite 228 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
Seite 242 - CANTO V She said: the pitying audience melt in tears; But Fate and Love had stopp'd the baron's ears. In vain Thalestris with reproach assails, For who can move when fair Belinda fails? Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Band 2 The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Robert Carruthers |
| Autor/in | Alexander Pope |
| Herausgeber | Robert Carruthers |
| Verlag | Ingram, Cooke, 1853 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 4. Dez. 2006 |
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