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... heart , and all its end at once attains . In prospects thus , some objects please our eyes , Which out of nature's common order rise , The shapeless rock , or hanging precipice . Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend , 135 140 145 ...
... heart , and all its end at once attains . In prospects thus , some objects please our eyes , Which out of nature's common order rise , The shapeless rock , or hanging precipice . Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend , 135 140 145 ...
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... hearts Is not th ' exactness of peculiar parts ; ' Tis not a lip , or eye , we beauty call , But the joint force and full result of all . 225 230 235 240 Thus when we view some well - proportion'd dome , ( The world's just wonder , and ...
... hearts Is not th ' exactness of peculiar parts ; ' Tis not a lip , or eye , we beauty call , But the joint force and full result of all . 225 230 235 240 Thus when we view some well - proportion'd dome , ( The world's just wonder , and ...
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... hearts allow , And what Timotheus was , is DRYDEN now . Avoid Extremes ; and shun the fault of such , Who still are pleas'd too little or too much . At ev'ry trifle scorn to take offence , That always shews great pride , or little sense ...
... hearts allow , And what Timotheus was , is DRYDEN now . Avoid Extremes ; and shun the fault of such , Who still are pleas'd too little or too much . At ev'ry trifle scorn to take offence , That always shews great pride , or little sense ...
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... heart . This humble praise , lamented shade ! receive , This praise at least a grateful Muse may give : The Muse , whose early voice you taught to sing , Prescrib'd her heights , and prun'd her tender wing , ( Her guide now lost ) no ...
... heart . This humble praise , lamented shade ! receive , This praise at least a grateful Muse may give : The Muse , whose early voice you taught to sing , Prescrib'd her heights , and prun'd her tender wing , ( Her guide now lost ) no ...
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... hearts to flutter at a Beau . " Oft , when the world imagine women stray , The Sylphs thro ' mystic mazes guide their ... heart ; Where wigs with wigs , with sword - knots sword - knots strive , Beaux banish beaux , and coaches coaches ...
... hearts to flutter at a Beau . " Oft , when the world imagine women stray , The Sylphs thro ' mystic mazes guide their ... heart ; Where wigs with wigs , with sword - knots sword - knots strive , Beaux banish beaux , and coaches coaches ...
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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.