The Works of Alexander Pope, Том 2J. F. Dove, St. John's Square, 1822 |
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... rage the sounding strings , No less renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves inspire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lasting flames supply'd . Tho ' short my stature , yet ...
... rage the sounding strings , No less renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves inspire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lasting flames supply'd . Tho ' short my stature , yet ...
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... rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Insults my woes and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ...
... rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Insults my woes and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ...
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... rage suppress'd , 105 Let tears , and burning blushes , speak the rest . Canst thou forget that sad , that solemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? NOTES . Ver . 88. make me mistress ] A great inaccuracy ! -She was his ...
... rage suppress'd , 105 Let tears , and burning blushes , speak the rest . Canst thou forget that sad , that solemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? NOTES . Ver . 88. make me mistress ] A great inaccuracy ! -She was his ...
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... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But such plain roofs as piety could raise , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . In these lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) These moss - grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd , 140 NOTES . Ver ...
... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But such plain roofs as piety could raise , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . In these lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) These moss - grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd , 140 NOTES . Ver ...
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... rage t ' infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse . The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculpture grace ; A work outlasting monumental brass . Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear , The Julian star , and great Augustus here . The ...
... rage t ' infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse . The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculpture grace ; A work outlasting monumental brass . Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear , The Julian star , and great Augustus here . The ...
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Стр. 36 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid...
Стр. 89 - Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen, Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Great idol of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame ! But safe in deserts from th...
Стр. 30 - Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, 55 Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Стр. 42 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Стр. 289 - The lust of lucre, and the dread of death. In vain to deserts thy retreat is made; The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade: 'Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace, Rejudge his acts, and dignify disgrace. 30 When int'rest calls off all her sneaking train And all th...
Стр. 378 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end. These are thy honours; not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY.
Стр. 32 - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring every ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love: Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Стр. 32 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies, Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour!
Стр. 377 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Стр. 35 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.