The poetical works of Alexander Pope, with life of the author and notes by J. LuptonW. Tegg, 1867 - 526 pages |
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... wings . 10 Soon as the flocks shook off the nightly dews , Two swains , whom love kept wakeful , and the Muse , 20 Pour'd o'er the whitening vale their fleecy care , Fresh as the morn , and as the season fair : The dawn now blushing on ...
... wings . 10 Soon as the flocks shook off the nightly dews , Two swains , whom love kept wakeful , and the Muse , 20 Pour'd o'er the whitening vale their fleecy care , Fresh as the morn , and as the season fair : The dawn now blushing on ...
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... wings ; No more the birds shall imitate her lays ; Or , hush'd with wonder , hearken from the sprays : No more the streams their murmurs shall forbear , A sweeter music than their own to hear ; But tell the reeds , and tell the vocal ...
... wings ; No more the birds shall imitate her lays ; Or , hush'd with wonder , hearken from the sprays : No more the streams their murmurs shall forbear , A sweeter music than their own to hear ; But tell the reeds , and tell the vocal ...
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... wings : Short is his joy ; he feels the fiery wound , Flutters in blood , and panting beats the ground . Ah ! what avail his glossy , varying dyes , His purple crest , and scarlet - circled eyes , The vivid green his shining plumes ...
... wings : Short is his joy ; he feels the fiery wound , Flutters in blood , and panting beats the ground . Ah ! what avail his glossy , varying dyes , His purple crest , and scarlet - circled eyes , The vivid green his shining plumes ...
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... wing . E'en I more sweetly pass my careless days , 431 Pleased in the silent shade with empty praise : Enough for me , that to the listening swains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM . * CONTENTS ...
... wing . E'en I more sweetly pass my careless days , 431 Pleased in the silent shade with empty praise : Enough for me , that to the listening swains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM . * CONTENTS ...
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... wings , from far , pursues your flights ; Glows while he reads , but trembles as he writes ; To teach vain wits a science little known ; To admire superior sense , and doubt their own ! 200 II . Of all the causes which conspire to blind ...
... wings , from far , pursues your flights ; Glows while he reads , but trembles as he writes ; To teach vain wits a science little known ; To admire superior sense , and doubt their own ! 200 II . Of all the causes which conspire to blind ...
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Page 197 - Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Page 157 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 159 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 197 - 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.
Page 233 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks ; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or...
Page 28 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Page 166 - KNOW, then, thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great ; With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between ; in doubt to act or rest...
Page 407 - 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.
Page 167 - 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...
Page 314 - So impudent I own myself no knave :} So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave. > Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.