The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeMacmillan, 1873 - Всего страниц: 600 |
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... tell you , ' he wrote to Pope as early as 1705 , ' that I know nobody so likely to equal ' Milton as the author of his earlier poems ' even at the age he wrote most of them , as yourself . ' It was Trumball who introduced his protégé to ...
... tell you , ' he wrote to Pope as early as 1705 , ' that I know nobody so likely to equal ' Milton as the author of his earlier poems ' even at the age he wrote most of them , as yourself . ' It was Trumball who introduced his protégé to ...
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... telling a story . Yet his prose in itself is unaffected and clear ; and though far from approaching that of Swift in strength or that of Addison in beauty , is free from an undue affectation of classicisms , and from other peculiarities ...
... telling a story . Yet his prose in itself is unaffected and clear ; and though far from approaching that of Swift in strength or that of Addison in beauty , is free from an undue affectation of classicisms , and from other peculiarities ...
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... telling elaboration the familiar outlines . But little is gained by intermingling personalities from which Dennis might have shrunk with an estimate of intellectual characteristics ; and a very few facts suffice to change into infinite ...
... telling elaboration the familiar outlines . But little is gained by intermingling personalities from which Dennis might have shrunk with an estimate of intellectual characteristics ; and a very few facts suffice to change into infinite ...
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... Tell me but this , and I'll disclaim the prize , And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes . DAPHNIS . Nay tell me first , in what more happy fields The Thistle springs , to which the Lily yields 2 : And then a nobler prize I will ...
... Tell me but this , and I'll disclaim the prize , And give the conquest to thy Sylvia's eyes . DAPHNIS . Nay tell me first , in what more happy fields The Thistle springs , to which the Lily yields 2 : And then a nobler prize I will ...
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... tell the reeds , and tell the vocal shore , Fair Daphne's dead , and music is no more ! Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze , And told in sighs to all the trembling trees ; The trembling trees , in ev'ry plain and wood , Her fate ...
... tell the reeds , and tell the vocal shore , Fair Daphne's dead , and music is no more ! Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze , And told in sighs to all the trembling trees ; The trembling trees , in ev'ry plain and wood , Her fate ...
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Стр. 40 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Стр. 274 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as...
Стр. 74 - The Berries crackle, and the Mill turns round ; On shining Altars of Japan they raise The silver Lamp ; the fiery Spirits blaze. From silver Spouts the grateful Liquors glide, While China's Earth receives the smoking Tide.
Стр. 49 - A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ : Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where Nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The gen'rous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Стр. 68 - And decks the goddess with the glitt'ring 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.
Стр. 52 - 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 th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Стр. 65 - Muse! is due: This, ev'n Belinda may vouchsafe to view: Slight is the subject, but not so the praise, If she inspire, and he approve my lays. Say what strange motive, Goddess! could compel A well-bred lord t
Стр. 78 - She said ; then raging to Sir Plume repairs, And bids her beau demand the precious hairs : (Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane,) With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face, He first the snuff-box...
Стр. 277 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, 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...
Стр. 275 - 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.