The Life of Alexander Pope, Esq: Comp. from Original Manuscripts; with a Critical Essay on His Writings and GeniusC. Bathurst, 1769 - 578 Seiten |
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... tell why Heav'n has made us as we are . " But of this frame , the bearings and the ties , " The ftrong connections , nice dependencies , " Gradations juft , has thy pervading soul " Look'd thro ' ? or can a part contain the " whole ...
... tell why Heav'n has made us as we are . " But of this frame , the bearings and the ties , " The ftrong connections , nice dependencies , " Gradations juft , has thy pervading soul " Look'd thro ' ? or can a part contain the " whole ...
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... tell us we are " fools ? " Teach us to mourn our Nature , not to mend , A fharp accufer , but a helpless friend ! " Or from a judge turn pleader , to perfuade " The choice we make , or justify it made ; " Proud of an eafy conqueft all ...
... tell us we are " fools ? " Teach us to mourn our Nature , not to mend , A fharp accufer , but a helpless friend ! " Or from a judge turn pleader , to perfuade " The choice we make , or justify it made ; " Proud of an eafy conqueft all ...
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... tell who those just are ; and with the most exquifite feeling , he again points out the inef- timable reward of Virtue . " What nothing earthly gives , or can destroy , " The foul's calm fun - fhine , and the heart - felt " joy , " Is ...
... tell who those just are ; and with the most exquifite feeling , he again points out the inef- timable reward of Virtue . " What nothing earthly gives , or can destroy , " The foul's calm fun - fhine , and the heart - felt " joy , " Is ...
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... Tell ( for You can ) what is it to be wise ? " ' Tis but to know how little can be known ; " To fee all others faults , and feel our own : " Condemn'd in business or in arts to drudge , " Without a fecond , or without a judge : " Truths ...
... Tell ( for You can ) what is it to be wise ? " ' Tis but to know how little can be known ; " To fee all others faults , and feel our own : " Condemn'd in business or in arts to drudge , " Without a fecond , or without a judge : " Truths ...
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... tell ; " And who unknown defame me , let them " be " Scriblers or Peers , alike are Mob to me . " This is , indeed , fumere fuperbiam quaefitam meritis ! It is to be obferved that Lord Harvey and Lady Mary were fuppofed to have been ...
... tell ; " And who unknown defame me , let them " be " Scriblers or Peers , alike are Mob to me . " This is , indeed , fumere fuperbiam quaefitam meritis ! It is to be obferved that Lord Harvey and Lady Mary were fuppofed to have been ...
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Seite 265 - Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way...
Seite 256 - Know then this truth (enough for man to know) 'Virtue alone is happiness below.
Seite 231 - With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and...
Seite 80 - 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 298 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Seite 229 - But what his nature and his state can bear. Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n? Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o'er, To smart and agonize at ev'ry pore? Or quick effluvia darting thro' the brain, Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
Seite 116 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts...
Seite 239 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Seite 231 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great; With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest...
Seite 226 - 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 to-day, 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.