The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: Ed. by the Rev. H. F. CaryD. Appleton & Company, 1867 - Всего страниц: 485 |
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... hope he may please the world , he falls under very un- lucky circumstances ; for , from the moment he prints , he must expect to hear no more truth than if he were a prince or a beauty . If he has not very good sense ( and indeed there ...
... hope he may please the world , he falls under very un- lucky circumstances ; for , from the moment he prints , he must expect to hear no more truth than if he were a prince or a beauty . If he has not very good sense ( and indeed there ...
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... hope , is but to be read in one island , and to be thrown aside at the end of one age . All that is left us is to recommend our productions by the imitation of the ancients : and it will be found true , that in every age , the highest ...
... hope , is but to be read in one island , and to be thrown aside at the end of one age . All that is left us is to recommend our productions by the imitation of the ancients : and it will be found true , that in every age , the highest ...
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... hope to be pardoned ; but for what I have burned , I deserve to be praised . On this account the world is under some obligation to me , and owes me the justice in return , to look upon no verses as mine that are not inserted in this ...
... hope to be pardoned ; but for what I have burned , I deserve to be praised . On this account the world is under some obligation to me , and owes me the justice in return , to look upon no verses as mine that are not inserted in this ...
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... if they have any merit , it is to be attri- buted to some good old authors , whose works as I had leisure to study , so I hope I have not wanted care to imitate . These Pastorals were written at the age of sixteen , PASTORALS . 11.
... if they have any merit , it is to be attri- buted to some good old authors , whose works as I had leisure to study , so I hope I have not wanted care to imitate . These Pastorals were written at the age of sixteen , PASTORALS . 11.
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... hope survey , At once the chaser , and at once the prey : Lo , Rufus , tugging at the deadly dart , Bleeds in the forest like a wounded bart . Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects ' cries , Nor saw displeased the peaceful cottage rise ...
... hope survey , At once the chaser , and at once the prey : Lo , Rufus , tugging at the deadly dart , Bleeds in the forest like a wounded bart . Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects ' cries , Nor saw displeased the peaceful cottage rise ...
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Стр. 53 - 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 : 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. 224 - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same, 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...
Стр. 26 - Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks, on every side arise Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
Стр. 464 - Night primeval, 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 sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain ; As Argus
Стр. 46 - First follow nature and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same : Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides; In some fair body thus th...
Стр. 50 - Fired at first sight with what the muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind; But more advanced, behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless science rise!
Стр. 82 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Стр. 230 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Стр. 283 - 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. 277 - Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king. No wit to flatter, left of all his store ! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame ; this lord of useless thousands ends.