The poetical works of Alexander Pope, ed. with notes and intr. memoir by A.W. Ward1869 |
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... heart the sentiment of piety sat enthroned , generously observes of Pope under this aspect , that ' life has , among its soothing and quiet comforts , few things better to give than such a son . ' Of William Turner's children some were ...
... heart the sentiment of piety sat enthroned , generously observes of Pope under this aspect , that ' life has , among its soothing and quiet comforts , few things better to give than such a son . ' Of William Turner's children some were ...
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... heart about as fervent a Jacobite as Oliver Goldsmith , who also at times affected to coquet with extreme views . 1 He wrote eight papers in it . In 1713 was published a pamphlet entitled The Narrative of C2 INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR . xxiii.
... heart about as fervent a Jacobite as Oliver Goldsmith , who also at times affected to coquet with extreme views . 1 He wrote eight papers in it . In 1713 was published a pamphlet entitled The Narrative of C2 INTRODUCTORY MEMOIR . xxiii.
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... heart torn by the constant ill health of Stella , which early in 1728 was to terminate in her death . Yet in the midst of his gloom and of the bitterness arising from the certainty that no hopes existed for his preferment in England ...
... heart torn by the constant ill health of Stella , which early in 1728 was to terminate in her death . Yet in the midst of his gloom and of the bitterness arising from the certainty that no hopes existed for his preferment in England ...
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... heart , to whose promptings he listened in all the dearest relations of life . He was the best of sons to both his parents , a kind brother , and to those who had once engaged his affec- tions , a faithful and devoted friend . No ...
... heart , to whose promptings he listened in all the dearest relations of life . He was the best of sons to both his parents , a kind brother , and to those who had once engaged his affec- tions , a faithful and devoted friend . No ...
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... hearts endure , From Love , the sole disease thou canst not cure . Ye shady beeches , and ye cooling streams , Defence ... heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , Muses , in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless ...
... hearts endure , From Love , the sole disease thou canst not cure . Ye shady beeches , and ye cooling streams , Defence ... heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , Muses , in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless ...
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Page 45 - 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 92 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Page 77 - Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. 'Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
Page 195 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 235 - twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this Cheek a little Red.
Page 200 - 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 283 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath. Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend.
Page 57 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Page 277 - While wits and templars ev'ry 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 tho' my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 58 - 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 try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.