The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Four Volumes Complete. With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. Carefully Collated and Compared with Former Editions: Together with Notes from the Various Critics and CommentatorsEditor, and sold, 1778 |
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... but not printed till 1709 . Sir William Trumbal was born in Windfor Foreft , to which he retreated after he had refigned the poft of Secretary of State to King William III . VOL . I. C Soon Soon as the flocks fhook off the nightly dews *
... but not printed till 1709 . Sir William Trumbal was born in Windfor Foreft , to which he retreated after he had refigned the poft of Secretary of State to King William III . VOL . I. C Soon Soon as the flocks fhook off the nightly dews *
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... kings , And heap'd with products of Sabæan springs ! For thee Idume's spicy forests blow , And feeds of gold in Ophyr's mountains glow . See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display , And break upon thee in a flood of day ! No more the ...
... kings , And heap'd with products of Sabæan springs ! For thee Idume's spicy forests blow , And feeds of gold in Ophyr's mountains glow . See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display , And break upon thee in a flood of day ! No more the ...
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... kings more furious and fevere than they ; Who claim'd the skies , difpeopled air and floods , The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods : 45 Cities laid wafte , they ftorm'd the dens and caves , ( For wifer brutes were backward to be ...
... kings more furious and fevere than they ; Who claim'd the skies , difpeopled air and floods , The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods : 45 Cities laid wafte , they ftorm'd the dens and caves , ( For wifer brutes were backward to be ...
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... Kings firft breath'd upon her winding fhore , Or raise old warriors , whofe ador❜d remains In weeping vaults her ... king the marble weeps , And faft befide him , once - fear'd § Edward fleeps : Whom not th ' extended Albion could ...
... Kings firft breath'd upon her winding fhore , Or raise old warriors , whofe ador❜d remains In weeping vaults her ... king the marble weeps , And faft befide him , once - fear'd § Edward fleeps : Whom not th ' extended Albion could ...
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... Kings shall fue , and fuppliant States be seen Once , more to bend before a British Queen . Thy trees , fair Windfor ! now shall leave their woods , And half thy forefts rufh into my floods , Bear Britain's thunder , and her Crofs ...
... Kings shall fue , and fuppliant States be seen Once , more to bend before a British Queen . Thy trees , fair Windfor ! now shall leave their woods , And half thy forefts rufh into my floods , Bear Britain's thunder , and her Crofs ...
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Page 57 - 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 256 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam : Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green ; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Page 337 - 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 101 - 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 288 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Page 294 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Page 284 - Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go ! and pretend your family is young, Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Look next on greatness : say where greatness lies, Where, but among the heroes and the wise...
Page 92 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Page 279 - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? • Where grows ? — where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Page 330 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!