The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 2J. Nichol, 1856 |
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... face of heaven ; a piece of cut glass . or pair of paste - buckles with more brilliancy and effect than a thousand dewdrops glittering in the sun . He would be more delighted with a patent lamp than with the ' pale reflex of Cynthia's ...
... face of heaven ; a piece of cut glass . or pair of paste - buckles with more brilliancy and effect than a thousand dewdrops glittering in the sun . He would be more delighted with a patent lamp than with the ' pale reflex of Cynthia's ...
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... face : 220 230 240 ' Lanesborough : ' an ancient nobleman , who continued this practice long after his legs were disabled by the gout . Upon the death of Prince George of Denmark , he demanded an audience of the Queen , to advise her to ...
... face : 220 230 240 ' Lanesborough : ' an ancient nobleman , who continued this practice long after his legs were disabled by the gout . Upon the death of Prince George of Denmark , he demanded an audience of the Queen , to advise her to ...
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... face . But hark ! the chiming clocks to dinner call ; A hundred footsteps scrape the marble hall : The rich buffet well - colour'd serpents grace , And gaping Tritons spew to wash your Is this a dinner ? this a genial room ? No , ' tis ...
... face . But hark ! the chiming clocks to dinner call ; A hundred footsteps scrape the marble hall : The rich buffet well - colour'd serpents grace , And gaping Tritons spew to wash your Is this a dinner ? this a genial room ? No , ' tis ...
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... face ; There , warriors frowning in historic brass : 27 27 40 50 ' Poor Vadius : see his history , and that of his shield , in the Memoirs of Scriblerus , ' ch . ii . Then future ages with delight shall see How Plato's , 44 POPE'S ...
... face ; There , warriors frowning in historic brass : 27 27 40 50 ' Poor Vadius : see his history , and that of his shield , in the Memoirs of Scriblerus , ' ch . ii . Then future ages with delight shall see How Plato's , 44 POPE'S ...
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... face was all that now remain'd of thee , No more a woman , nor yet quite a tree ; Thy branches hung with humid pearls appear , From every leaf distils a trickling tear ; And straight a voice , while yet a voice remains , Thus through ...
... face was all that now remain'd of thee , No more a woman , nor yet quite a tree ; Thy branches hung with humid pearls appear , From every leaf distils a trickling tear ; And straight a voice , while yet a voice remains , Thus through ...
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Page 312 - In vain, they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Page 311 - Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 38 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Page 32 - Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
Page 185 - If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 31 - But clear and artless pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
Page 296 - For thee we dim the eyes, and stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, Goddess, and about it: So spins the silk-worm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Page 13 - Why pique all mortals, yet affect a name? A fool to Pleasure, yet a slave to Fame: Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs, Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres : Now Conscience chills her, and now Passion burns; 65 And Atheism and Religion take their turns; A very Heathen in the carnal part, Yet still a sad, good Christian at her heart.
Page 20 - She, who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most, when she obeys...
Page 15 - No thought advances, but her eddy brain Whisks it about, and down it goes again. Full sixty years the world has been her trade, The wisest fool much time has ever made. From loveless youth to unrespected age, No passion gratified except her rage.