Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Volume 1Alexander Pope |
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... Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes , And ' midft the defert fruitful fields arife , " That crown'd with tufted trees and fpringing corn , Like verdant ifles the fable waste adorn . Let India boaft her plants , nor envy we The ...
... Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes , And ' midft the defert fruitful fields arife , " That crown'd with tufted trees and fpringing corn , Like verdant ifles the fable waste adorn . Let India boaft her plants , nor envy we The ...
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... ev'n the elements a tyrant sway'd ? In vain kind feafons fwell'd the teeming grain , Soft fhow'rs diftill'd , and funs grew warm in vain ; The fwain with tears to beafts his labour yields , And famifh'd dies amidft his ripen'd fields ...
... ev'n the elements a tyrant sway'd ? In vain kind feafons fwell'd the teeming grain , Soft fhow'rs diftill'd , and funs grew warm in vain ; The fwain with tears to beafts his labour yields , And famifh'd dies amidft his ripen'd fields ...
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... ev'n the Saxon fpar'd , and bloody Dane , The wanton victim of his fport remain . But fee the man who fpacious regions gave A wafte for beafts , himfelf deny'd a grave ! † Alluding to the new forest , and the tyrannies exercis'd there ...
... ev'n the Saxon fpar'd , and bloody Dane , The wanton victim of his fport remain . But fee the man who fpacious regions gave A wafte for beafts , himfelf deny'd a grave ! † Alluding to the new forest , and the tyrannies exercis'd there ...
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... ev'n the great find reft , And blended lie th ' oppreffor and the oppreft ! Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known , ( Obfcure the place , and uninfcrib'd the ftone , ) Oh fact accurft ! what tears has Albion fhed , Heav'ns what new ...
... ev'n the great find reft , And blended lie th ' oppreffor and the oppreft ! Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known , ( Obfcure the place , and uninfcrib'd the ftone , ) Oh fact accurft ! what tears has Albion fhed , Heav'ns what new ...
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... Ev'n I more sweetly pafs my careless , days , Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty praife ;. Enough for me , that to the lift'ning fwains First in these fields I fung the fylvan strains . MESSIAH . AN AN AR AN A MESSIAH . A SACRED ...
... Ev'n I more sweetly pafs my careless , days , Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty praife ;. Enough for me , that to the lift'ning fwains First in these fields I fung the fylvan strains . MESSIAH . AN AN AR AN A MESSIAH . A SACRED ...
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Page 62 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
Page 83 - But chiefly Love — to Love an Altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Page 162 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 81 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Page 42 - Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Page 167 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Page 166 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 52 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love ; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow : Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found...
Page 92 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Page 128 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.