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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... Whole nations enter with each swelling tide , And seas but join the regions they divide ; Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold , And the new world launch forth to seek the old . Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide ...
... Whole nations enter with each swelling tide , And seas but join the regions they divide ; Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold , And the new world launch forth to seek the old . Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide ...
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... whole ages in a bodkin's eye : Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain , While clog'd he beats his silken wings in vain ; Or allum styptics with contracting pow'r Shrink his thin essence like a shrivell'd flow'r . Or , as Ixion fix ...
... whole ages in a bodkin's eye : Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain , While clog'd he beats his silken wings in vain ; Or allum styptics with contracting pow'r Shrink his thin essence like a shrivell'd flow'r . Or , as Ixion fix ...
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... whole oceans roll ! 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 ...
... whole oceans roll ! 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 ...
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... whole years in absence to deplore , And image charms he must behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves so long , so well , Let him our sad , our tender story tell ; The well - sung woes will sooth my pensive ghost ; He best can ...
... whole years in absence to deplore , And image charms he must behold no more ; Such if there be , who loves so long , so well , Let him our sad , our tender story tell ; The well - sung woes will sooth my pensive ghost ; He best can ...
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... and the devoted ground : And now a thousand lives together fled , Death with his scythe cut off the fatal thread , And a whole province in his triumph led . ' But Phoebus , ask'd why noxious fires appear , 142 THE THEBAIS OF STATIUS .
... and the devoted ground : And now a thousand lives together fled , Death with his scythe cut off the fatal thread , And a whole province in his triumph led . ' But Phoebus , ask'd why noxious fires appear , 142 THE THEBAIS OF STATIUS .
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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.