The poetical works of Alexander Pope. Ed. by H.F. Cary, with a biogr. notice of the author1839 |
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... once the chaser , and at once the prey : Lo Rufus , tugging at the deadly dart , Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart . Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects ' cries , Nor saw displeased the peaceful cottage rise : Then gathering ...
... once the chaser , and at once the prey : Lo Rufus , tugging at the deadly dart , Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart . Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects ' cries , Nor saw displeased the peaceful cottage rise : Then gathering ...
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... once admired , Thus Atticus , and TRUMBAL thus retired . Ye sacred Nine ! that all my soul possess , Whose raptures fire me , and whose visions bless , Bear me , oh bear me to sequester'd scenes3 , The bowery mazes , and surrounding ...
... once admired , Thus Atticus , and TRUMBAL thus retired . Ye sacred Nine ! that all my soul possess , Whose raptures fire me , and whose visions bless , Bear me , oh bear me to sequester'd scenes3 , The bowery mazes , and surrounding ...
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... Once more to bend before a BRITISH QUEEN . Thy trees , fair Windsor ! now shall leave their And half thy forests rush into thy floods , [ woods , Bear Britain's thunder , and her cross display , To the bright regions of the rising day ...
... Once more to bend before a BRITISH QUEEN . Thy trees , fair Windsor ! now shall leave their And half thy forests rush into thy floods , [ woods , Bear Britain's thunder , and her cross display , To the bright regions of the rising day ...
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... once himself alone expose , Now one in verse makes many more in prose . " Tis with our judgments as our watches , none Go just alike , yet each believes his own . In poets as true genius is but rare , True taste as seldom is the critics ...
... once himself alone expose , Now one in verse makes many more in prose . " Tis with our judgments as our watches , none Go just alike , yet each believes his own . In poets as true genius is but rare , True taste as seldom is the critics ...
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... once before your eyes , Cavil you may , but never criticise . Be Homer's works your study and delight , Read them by day , and meditate by night ; Thence form your judgment , thence your maxims bring , And trace the Muses upward to ...
... once before your eyes , Cavil you may , but never criticise . Be Homer's works your study and delight , Read them by day , and meditate by night ; Thence form your judgment , thence your maxims bring , And trace the Muses upward to ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Æneid Ajax ancient arms Asius Atrides Bavius behold blest bold brave breast charms chief Cibber Codrus coursers court critics crown'd death Dennis Diomed divine dreadful Dulness Dunciad Essay on Criticism Eurypylus eyes fair falchion fall fame fate fierce fight fire fix'd flames fool fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand hath head hear heart heaven Hector hero Homer honour Idomeneus Iliad immortal Jove king learned Leonard Welsted live lord Lycian mighty mortal muse nature never numbers o'er once passion Patroclus plain poem poet Pope praise pride prince proud queen race rage rise round sacred satire shade shine shore sire skies slain soul steeds Swift thee thine things thou thought throne thunder trembling Trojan Troy Tydeus Ulysses verse VIRG Virgil virtue warrior words wound write youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 75 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Seite 77 - Created half to rise, and half to fall ; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world...
Seite 75 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never Is, but always To be blest: The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
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 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 the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
Seite 18 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Seite 241 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies ; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay; So flourish these when those are pass'd away.
Seite 102 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Seite 75 - Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot; Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Seite 25 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Seite 77 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns ; To him no high, no low, no great, no small : He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.