The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... Ev'n mighty Pam , that kings and queens o'erthrew , And mow'd down armies in the fights of Lu , Sad chance of war ! now destitute of aid , Falls undistinguish'd by the victor Spade ! $ 9 65 Thus far both armies to Belinda yield ; Now to ...
... Ev'n mighty Pam , that kings and queens o'erthrew , And mow'd down armies in the fights of Lu , Sad chance of war ! now destitute of aid , Falls undistinguish'd by the victor Spade ! $ 9 65 Thus far both armies to Belinda yield ; Now to ...
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... Ev'n then , before the fatal engine clos'd , A wretched sylph too fondly interpos'd ; Fate urg'd the sheers , and cut the sylph in twain , ( But airy substance soon unites again ; ) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the ...
... Ev'n then , before the fatal engine clos'd , A wretched sylph too fondly interpos'd ; Fate urg'd the sheers , and cut the sylph in twain , ( But airy substance soon unites again ; ) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the ...
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... ev'n thy rapine spares : These in two sable ringlets taught to break , Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck ; The sister - Lock now sits uncouth , alone , And in its fellow's fate foresees its own ; Uncurl'd it hangs , the fatal ...
... ev'n thy rapine spares : These in two sable ringlets taught to break , Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck ; The sister - Lock now sits uncouth , alone , And in its fellow's fate foresees its own ; Uncurl'd it hangs , the fatal ...
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... ev'n in paradise unblest , With mournful looks the blissful scenes survey'd , And wander'd in the solitary shade . The Maker saw , took pity , and bestow'd Woman , the last , and best reserv'd of God . A wife ! ah gentle deities ! can ...
... ev'n in paradise unblest , With mournful looks the blissful scenes survey'd , And wander'd in the solitary shade . The Maker saw , took pity , and bestow'd Woman , the last , and best reserv'd of God . A wife ! ah gentle deities ! can ...
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... Ev'n tho ' the Pope himself had sat at table ; 180 But when my point was gain'd , then thus I spoke ; " Billy , my dear ! how sheepishly you look ! " Approach , my spouse ! and let me kiss thy cheek ; " Thou shouldst be always thus ...
... Ev'n tho ' the Pope himself had sat at table ; 180 But when my point was gain'd , then thus I spoke ; " Billy , my dear ! how sheepishly you look ! " Approach , my spouse ! and let me kiss thy cheek ; " Thou shouldst be always thus ...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Vol. 5: With His Last Corrections ... Alexander Pope Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient arms bard beauty Belinda bliss bold Carthusian catch the lightning charms court critics cry'd dæmon divine Dryope Dulness e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame Fate fear fire flame flow'rs folly fools gen'rous genius giv'n glory gnome grace hair hear heart heav'n hell Heraclitus honour immortal judgment king knave Knight Latium laws learn'd learning lord mankind meads of asphodel merit mighty mind Muse Muse's ne'er numbers nymph o'er once painted passions pleas'd poet's poets pow'r prais'd praise pray'r pride proud rage rev'rend rise rules sacred Satire SATIRE IV Satire's sense shade shame shine sins skies smile soft soul spleen spouse sung sure sylphs Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tongue trembling true truth Twas Umbriel vice vile virtue Virtue's Whig whore wife win widows wing wise write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 113 - 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 shore, 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 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Seite 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Seite 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Seite 113 - 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 shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Seite 208 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Seite 35 - 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 13 - 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.
Seite 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Seite 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit, One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.