The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Band 2Published for the booksellers, 1828 |
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... glory , one unclouded blaze O'rflow thy courts : the light himself shall shine Revealed , and God's eternal day be thine ! The seast shall waste , the skies in smoke decay , Rocks fall to dust , and mountains melt away ; But fix'd his ...
... glory , one unclouded blaze O'rflow thy courts : the light himself shall shine Revealed , and God's eternal day be thine ! The seast shall waste , the skies in smoke decay , Rocks fall to dust , and mountains melt away ; But fix'd his ...
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... glory's dire foundation laid On sovereigns ruin'd , or on friends betray'd : Calm , thinking villains , whom no faith could fix , Of crooked counsels and dark politics ; Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne , And beg to make th ...
... glory's dire foundation laid On sovereigns ruin'd , or on friends betray'd : Calm , thinking villains , whom no faith could fix , Of crooked counsels and dark politics ; Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne , And beg to make th ...
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... glory to the stars shall raise ! Though Tiber's streams immortal Rome behold , Though foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold . From heav'n itself though sevenfold Nilus flows , And harvests on a hundred realms bestows ; These now no ...
... glory to the stars shall raise ! Though Tiber's streams immortal Rome behold , Though foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold . From heav'n itself though sevenfold Nilus flows , And harvests on a hundred realms bestows ; These now no ...
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... glory shall behold , And the new world launch forth to seek the old , Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide , And feather'd people crowd my wealthy side ; And naked youths , and painted chiefs admire Our speech , our colour ...
... glory shall behold , And the new world launch forth to seek the old , Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide , And feather'd people crowd my wealthy side ; And naked youths , and painted chiefs admire Our speech , our colour ...
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... glory of a virtuous wife ; Nor let false shows nor empty titles please : Aim not at joy , but rest content with ease . The gods , to curse Pamela with her pray'rs , Gave the gilt coach , and dappled Flanders ' mares , The shining robes ...
... glory of a virtuous wife ; Nor let false shows nor empty titles please : Aim not at joy , but rest content with ease . The gods , to curse Pamela with her pray'rs , Gave the gilt coach , and dappled Flanders ' mares , The shining robes ...
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Ambrose Philips arms bards Bavius beauty behold bless'd breast charms Cibber court cries crouchen crown'd dear divine Dryope Dulness dunce Dunciad e'er ease envy eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire flames flatter fool gentle glory goddess gold grace head heart heav'n honour Horace king knave labour laugh learn'd learned live lord lov'd monumental brass moral muse ne'er never numbers nymph o'er Ogilby once open every door peace Pindaric pleas'd poet poet's pow'r praise pride Procris proud queen rage rais'd REMARKS rhyme rise roll round sacred Sappho satire SEMICHORUS sense shade shine silent sing skies Smil smile soft song soul stretch'd Swift tears Thames thee thine thing thou throne tongue town trembling truth Twas verse Vertumnus vice virtue Westminster Abbey what's Whig wings write youth
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Seite 52 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Seite 7 - 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 43 - Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
Seite 7 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet; The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Seite 85 - Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each Passion that he feigns ; Enrage, compose, with more than magic Art, With Pity, and with Terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Seite 188 - Night primaeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Seite 52 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies ; His wit all see-saw between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis. Amphibious thing ! that acting either part, The trifling head, or the corrupted heart ; Fop at the toilet, flatterer at the board, Now trips a lady, and now struts a lord. Eve's tempter thus the rabbins have exprest, A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest ; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep,...
Seite 213 - Kneller, by Heaven, and not a master taught, Whose art was nature, and whose pictures thought ; Now for two ages, having snatch'd from fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd with Princes' honours, Poets' lays, Due to his merit, and brave thirst of praise.
Seite 89 - Indebted to no prince or peer alive, Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,* 70 If I would scribble rather than repose. Years following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away ; In one our frolics, one amusements end, In one a mistress drops, in one a friend...
Seite 188 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.