The Poetical Works of Alex. Pope: With a Sketch of the Author's LifeBaynes and Son, 1825 - 524 pages |
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... sounds ; Delia , each cave and echoing rock rebounds . Ye powers , what pleasing frenzy soothes my mind ! Do lovers dream , or is my Delia kind ? She comes , my Delia comes ! Now cease my lay , And cease , ye gales , to bear my sighs ...
... sounds ; Delia , each cave and echoing rock rebounds . Ye powers , what pleasing frenzy soothes my mind ! Do lovers dream , or is my Delia kind ? She comes , my Delia comes ! Now cease my lay , And cease , ye gales , to bear my sighs ...
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... sound shall clear , And bid new music charm th ' unfolding ear ; The dumb shall sing , the lame his crutch forego , And leap exulting , like the bounding roe . 35 40 50 No sigh , no murmur , the wide world shall hear ; 45 From every ...
... sound shall clear , And bid new music charm th ' unfolding ear ; The dumb shall sing , the lame his crutch forego , And leap exulting , like the bounding roe . 35 40 50 No sigh , no murmur , the wide world shall hear ; 45 From every ...
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... sounds , And with her dart the flying deer she wounds . It chanced , as , eager of the chase , the maid Beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd , Pan saw and loved , and burning with desire Pursued her flight ; her flight increased ...
... sounds , And with her dart the flying deer she wounds . It chanced , as , eager of the chase , the maid Beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd , Pan saw and loved , and burning with desire Pursued her flight ; her flight increased ...
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... sound I roam from shade to shade , By godlike poets venerable made ; Here his first lays majestic Denham sung ; There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's O early lost ! what tears the river shed , [ tongue . When the sad pomp along ...
... sound I roam from shade to shade , By godlike poets venerable made ; Here his first lays majestic Denham sung ; There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's O early lost ! what tears the river shed , [ tongue . When the sad pomp along ...
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... sound , Till the roofs all around The shrill echoes rebound : While , in more lengthen'd notes and slow , The deep , majestic , solemn organs blow . Hark ! the numbers soft and clear Gently steal upon the ear ; C Now louder , and yet ...
... sound , Till the roofs all around The shrill echoes rebound : While , in more lengthen'd notes and slow , The deep , majestic , solemn organs blow . Hark ! the numbers soft and clear Gently steal upon the ear ; C Now louder , and yet ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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....
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.