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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... sure if ought below the seats divine Can touch immortals , ' tis a soul like thine ; A soul supreme , in each hard instance tried , Above all pain , all passion , and all pride , The rage of pow'r , the blast of public breath , The lust ...
... sure if ought below the seats divine Can touch immortals , ' tis a soul like thine ; A soul supreme , in each hard instance tried , Above all pain , all passion , and all pride , The rage of pow'r , the blast of public breath , The lust ...
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... Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate , Who without flattery pleas'd the fair and great ; Still with esteem no less convers'd than read ; With wit well - natur'd , and with books well - bred : His heart , his mistress and his friend ...
... Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate , Who without flattery pleas'd the fair and great ; Still with esteem no less convers'd than read ; With wit well - natur'd , and with books well - bred : His heart , his mistress and his friend ...
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... his head : " And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago . Why did I write ! what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink , my parent's , or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to EPISTLES . 47.
... his head : " And when I die , be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago . Why did I write ! what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink , my parent's , or my own ? As yet a child , nor yet a fool to EPISTLES . 47.
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... sure do well . Adieu - if this advice appear the worst , E'vn take the counsel which I gave you first : Or better precepts if you can impart ; Why do ; I'll follow them with all my heart . BOOK I .--- EPISTLE VII . In the manner of Dr ...
... sure do well . Adieu - if this advice appear the worst , E'vn take the counsel which I gave you first : Or better precepts if you can impart ; Why do ; I'll follow them with all my heart . BOOK I .--- EPISTLE VII . In the manner of Dr ...
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... Sure fate of all , beneath whose rising ray Each star of meaner merit fades away ! Oppress'd we feel the beam directly beat ; Those suns of glory please not till they set . To thee the world its present homage pays , The harvest early ...
... Sure fate of all , beneath whose rising ray Each star of meaner merit fades away ! Oppress'd we feel the beam directly beat ; Those suns of glory please not till they set . To thee the world its present homage pays , The harvest early ...
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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.