The poetical works of Alexander Pope, ed. with notes and intr. memoir by A.W. Ward1869 |
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... thro ' trembling osiers play , And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for pow'r , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , 5 which perhaps have never been strictly observed in any English poem ...
... thro ' trembling osiers play , And Albion's cliffs resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for pow'r , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , 5 which perhaps have never been strictly observed in any English poem ...
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... thro ' the vales below , So sweetly warble , or so smoothly flow . Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie , The moon , serene in glory , mounts the sky , While silent birds forget their tuneful lays , Oh sing of Daphne's fate ...
... thro ' the vales below , So sweetly warble , or so smoothly flow . Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie , The moon , serene in glory , mounts the sky , While silent birds forget their tuneful lays , Oh sing of Daphne's fate ...
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... thro ' the thickets , down the valleys sweep , Hang o'er their coursers ' heads with eager speed , And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed . Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain , Th ' immortal huntress , and her virgin train ...
... thro ' the thickets , down the valleys sweep , Hang o'er their coursers ' heads with eager speed , And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed . Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain , Th ' immortal huntress , and her virgin train ...
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... thro ' consecrated walks to rove , I hear soft music die along the grove : Led by the sound , I roam from shade to shade , By god - like Poets venerable made : 270 Here his first lays majestic Denham sung2 ; There the last numbers flow ...
... thro ' consecrated walks to rove , I hear soft music die along the grove : Led by the sound , I roam from shade to shade , By god - like Poets venerable made : 270 Here his first lays majestic Denham sung2 ; There the last numbers flow ...
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... thro ' all th ' infernal bounds , Which flaming Phlegethon surrounds , 50 Love , strong as Death , the Poet led To the pale nations of the dead , What sounds were heard , What scenes appear'd , 1 Few images in any poet , ancient or ...
... thro ' all th ' infernal bounds , Which flaming Phlegethon surrounds , 50 Love , strong as Death , the Poet led To the pale nations of the dead , What sounds were heard , What scenes appear'd , 1 Few images in any poet , ancient or ...
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Стр. 45 - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Стр. 92 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Стр. 77 - Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. 'Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
Стр. 195 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Стр. 235 - twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this Cheek a little Red.
Стр. 200 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent Spreads undivided, operates unspent, Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Стр. 283 - 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 ! On cares like these if length of days attend.
Стр. 57 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Стр. 277 - While wits and templars ev'ry sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise—- Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he ? What tho' my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Стр. 58 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.