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... fair body thus th ' informing soul With spirits feeds , with vigour fills the whole , Each motion guides , and ev'ry nerve sustains ; Itself unseen , but in th ' effects remains . Some , to whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse , Want as ...
... fair body thus th ' informing soul With spirits feeds , with vigour fills the whole , Each motion guides , and ev'ry nerve sustains ; Itself unseen , but in th ' effects remains . Some , to whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse , Want as ...
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... fair array , But with th ' occasion and the place comply , Conceal his force , nay seem sometimes to fly . Those oft are stratagems which errors seem , Nor is it Homer nods , but we that dream . Still green with bays each ancient Altar ...
... fair array , But with th ' occasion and the place comply , Conceal his force , nay seem sometimes to fly . Those oft are stratagems which errors seem , Nor is it Homer nods , but we that dream . Still green with bays each ancient Altar ...
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... their full perfection give , And each bold figure just begins to live , The treach'rous colours the fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! 490 495 1 500 505 Unhappy Wit , like most mistaken 16 ALEXANDER POPE.
... their full perfection give , And each bold figure just begins to live , The treach'rous colours the fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! 490 495 1 500 505 Unhappy Wit , like most mistaken 16 ALEXANDER POPE.
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... fair flow'r the early spring supplies , That gayly blooms , but ev'n in blooming dies . What is this Wit , which must our cares employ ? The owner's wife , that other men enjoy ; Then most our trouble still when most admir'd , And still ...
... fair flow'r the early spring supplies , That gayly blooms , but ev'n in blooming dies . What is this Wit , which must our cares employ ? The owner's wife , that other men enjoy ; Then most our trouble still when most admir'd , And still ...
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... Fair sat panting at a Courtier's play , And not a Mask went unimprov'd away : The modest fan was lifted up no more , 535 540 545 And Virgins smil'd at what they blush'd before . The following licence of a Foreign reign Did all the dregs ...
... Fair sat panting at a Courtier's play , And not a Mask went unimprov'd away : The modest fan was lifted up no more , 535 540 545 And Virgins smil'd at what they blush'd before . The following licence of a Foreign reign Did all the dregs ...
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ALEXANDER POPE Balaam beauty blessing blest charms Colley Cibber Court Critics Dæmons divine Dryden Duke Dunciad e'er Earl of Burlington ease eighteenth century Epistle Essay on Criticism ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flow'rs Folly fool gen'ral gen'rous genius give glory Gnome grace happy heart Heav'n honour Horace King knave laws learn'd live Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Fanny Lord Hervey lov'd mankind mind Moral Essays Muse Nature ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once painted Passion pleas'd pleasure poem Poet poetry Pope Pope's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud Queen rage Reason rhyme rich rise rules Sappho Satire Scriblerus Club Self-love sense shine soul spirit Sylphs taste tears Thalestris thee things thou thought thro tremble Truth verse Vice Virtue Walpole Warburton Whig whole Wife wise write
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Page 74 - 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.
Page 13 - 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 : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 35 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes: At every word a reputation dies.
Page 155 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 66 - 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...
Page 30 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; 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 15 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 118 - I give and I devise" (old Euclio said, And sigh'd) "my lands and tenements to Ned." Your money, Sir? "My money, Sir! what, all? Why,— if I must— (then wept) I give it Paul.
Page 1 - 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 43 - Ease, pleasure, virtue, all our sex resign. Methinks already I your tears survey, Already hear the horrid things they say, Already see you a degraded toast, And all your honour in a whisper lost ! no How shall I then your helpless fame defend? 'Twill then be infamy to seem your friend ! And shall this prize, th...
Page 116 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling Passion was the Lust of Praise; Born with whate'er could win it from the Wise, Women and Fools must like him or he dies; Tho' wond'ring Senates hung on all he spoke, The Club must hail him master of the joke.