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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... turn'd the mansion round ; With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound : Not less in number were the spacious doors Than leaves on trees , or sands upon the shores ; Which still unfolded stand , by night , by day , Pervious to winds ...
... turn'd the mansion round ; With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound : Not less in number were the spacious doors Than leaves on trees , or sands upon the shores ; Which still unfolded stand , by night , by day , Pervious to winds ...
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... turn , impels the next above ; Through undulating air the sounds are sent , And spread o'er all the fluid element ... turns of fortune , changes in the state , The falls of favourites , projects of the great , Of old mismanagements ...
... turn , impels the next above ; Through undulating air the sounds are sent , And spread o'er all the fluid element ... turns of fortune , changes in the state , The falls of favourites , projects of the great , Of old mismanagements ...
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... turn'd his azure eyes Where Windsor domes and pompous turrets rise : Then bow'd and spoke ; the winds forgot to roar , And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore : " Hail , sacred peace ! bail , long - expected days , That Thames's ...
... turn'd his azure eyes Where Windsor domes and pompous turrets rise : Then bow'd and spoke ; the winds forgot to roar , And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore : " Hail , sacred peace ! bail , long - expected days , That Thames's ...
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... turns a haughty lord . Ah ! quit not the free innocence of life , For the dull 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 ...
... turns a haughty lord . Ah ! quit not the free innocence of life , For the dull 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 ...
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... turn : Who maggots were before . To Mrs. M. B. on her Birth Day . OH be thou bless'd with all that Heav'n can send , Long health , long youth , long pleasure , and a friend : Not with those toys the female world admire , Riches that vex ...
... turn : Who maggots were before . To Mrs. M. B. on her Birth Day . OH be thou bless'd with all that Heav'n can send , Long health , long youth , long pleasure , and a friend : Not with those toys the female world admire , Riches that vex ...
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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.