The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
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... turns me shepherd while I hear the strains . Indulgent nurse of every tender gale , Parent of flowrets , old Arcadia , hail ! Here in the cool my limbs at ease 1 spread , Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head ; Still slide thy ...
... turns me shepherd while I hear the strains . Indulgent nurse of every tender gale , Parent of flowrets , old Arcadia , hail ! Here in the cool my limbs at ease 1 spread , Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head ; Still slide thy ...
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... turn the sacred page ? Three lovely virgins , and of equal age ! Intent they read , and all enamour'd seem , As he that met his likeness in the stream : The Graces these ; and see how they contend , Who most shall praise , who best ...
... turn the sacred page ? Three lovely virgins , and of equal age ! Intent they read , and all enamour'd seem , As he that met his likeness in the stream : The Graces these ; and see how they contend , Who most shall praise , who best ...
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... turns on the words , which render the numbers ex- tremely sweet and pleasing . As for the numbers themselves , though they are properly of the heroic measure , they should be the smoothest , the most easy and flowing imaginable . It is ...
... turns on the words , which render the numbers ex- tremely sweet and pleasing . As for the numbers themselves , though they are properly of the heroic measure , they should be the smoothest , the most easy and flowing imaginable . It is ...
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... turn the furrow'd plain : Here the bright crocus and blue violet glow ; Here western winds on breathing roses blow ... turns the Muses sing ; Now hawthorns blossom , now the daisies spring ; Now leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ...
... turn the furrow'd plain : Here the bright crocus and blue violet glow ; Here western winds on breathing roses blow ... turns the Muses sing ; Now hawthorns blossom , now the daisies spring ; Now leaves the trees , and flowers adorn the ...
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... turn your eyes . O how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the Muses , and resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you sing , and rival ...
... turn your eyes . O how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the Muses , and resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you sing , and rival ...
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Adrastus ancient Argos arms Balaam bear beauty behold bless bless'd bliss blush breast breath bright charms courser crown'd Cynthus death dread Dryope e'er earth eclogue envy Eteocles eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fix'd flame flood flowers fools fury give glory glow gnome gods grace groves hair happy hate hear heart Heaven honour Jove kings knave learn'd live lord lov'd lyre maid mankind mind mourn Muse nature numbers nymph o'er once passion Phaon Philomela Phoebus plain pleas'd pleasure poets Polynices pow'r praise pray'r pride rage reason reign resound rise sacred Sappho self-love sense shade shine sighs silvan sing skies Smil soft soul spring streams swain sylphs taught tears Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus thine things thou thought trees trembling Tydeus tyrant Umbriel Vertumnus Virg Virgil virgin virtue winds wise wretched youth
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Стр. 71 - 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!
Стр. 36 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : 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. 13 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, 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...
Стр. 8 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Стр. 68 - Soft yielding minds to water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, 65 And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
Стр. 30 - 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. 75 - At every word a reputation dies. Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat, With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day, The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray; The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jury-men may dine; The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace, And the long labours of the toilet cease.
Стр. 70 - And decks the goddess with the glittering 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. 111 - His gardens next your admiration call, On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Стр. 46 - And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,' Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air, Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects; The tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, The promised father of the future age.