The Poetical Works of Alex. Pope: With a Sketch of the Author's LifeBaynes and Son, 1825 - 524 páginas |
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... lost no opportunity of information ; he con- sulted the living as well as the dead ; he read his composi tions to his friends , and was never contented with medio- crity when excellence could be attained . He considered poetry as the ...
... lost no opportunity of information ; he con- sulted the living as well as the dead ; he read his composi tions to his friends , and was never contented with medio- crity when excellence could be attained . He considered poetry as the ...
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... lost ; O let my muse her slender reed inspire , Till in your native shades you tune the lyre . So when the nightingale to rest removes , The thrush may chant to the fossaken groves , But charm'd to silence listens while she sings , And ...
... lost ; O let my muse her slender reed inspire , Till in your native shades you tune the lyre . So when the nightingale to rest removes , The thrush may chant to the fossaken groves , But charm'd to silence listens while she sings , And ...
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... lost love deplores , And with deep murmurs fills the sounding shores ; Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpitied , and forlorn . Go , gentle gales , and bear my sighs along ! For her , the feather'd quires ...
... lost love deplores , And with deep murmurs fills the sounding shores ; Thus , far from Delia , to the winds I mourn , Alike unheard , unpitied , and forlorn . Go , gentle gales , and bear my sighs along ! For her , the feather'd quires ...
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... lost my heart while I preserved my sheep ? Pan came , and ask'd , what magic caused my smart , Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart ? What eyes but hers , alas , have power to move ! And is there magic but what dwells in love ...
... lost my heart while I preserved my sheep ? Pan came , and ask'd , what magic caused my smart , Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart ? What eyes but hers , alas , have power to move ! And is there magic but what dwells in love ...
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... lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the listening Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song . LYCIDAS . So may kind rains their vital ...
... lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call'd the listening Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving song . LYCIDAS . So may kind rains their vital ...
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Página 268 - Dreading ev'n fools ; by flatterers besieged, And so obliging that he ne'er obliged ; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every 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 though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Página 226 - 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, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Página 199 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Página 52 - 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. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation....
Página 62 - 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 tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Página 197 - Vast chain of Being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing. On superior...
Página 78 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Página 225 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue.
Página 85 - Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine, (The victor cried) the glorious prize is mine ! While fish in streams, or birds delight in air, Or in a coach and six the British fair, As long as Atalantis shall be read...
Página 59 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.