The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Memoirs of the life and writings of Pope. Recommendatory poems. A discourse on pastoral poetry. Pastorals. Messiah. Windsor forest. Odes. Two chorus's to the tragedy of Brutus. The dying Christian to his soul. An essay on criticism. The rape of the lock. Elegy to the memory of an unfortunate lady. Prologue to Mr. Addison's tragedy of Cato. Epilogue to Mr. Rowe's Jane ShoreJ. Johnson, 1806 |
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Page lxxvii
... o'er my grotto , and but fooths my fleep . " But there were other feelings ftill rankling at his heart , that neither time nor fuccefs could heal : these were the long - nourished animofities against the woman he once adored , and her ...
... o'er my grotto , and but fooths my fleep . " But there were other feelings ftill rankling at his heart , that neither time nor fuccefs could heal : these were the long - nourished animofities against the woman he once adored , and her ...
Page lxxxix
... o'er thy urn . ' Gay died December 4th , 1732 . وو } Johnson fays , the epiftle to Arbuthnot was pub- lifhed 1735. If this was the cafe , it feems ftrange he should have addreffed his mother as yet living , who had been dead nearly two ...
... o'er thy urn . ' Gay died December 4th , 1732 . وو } Johnson fays , the epiftle to Arbuthnot was pub- lifhed 1735. If this was the cafe , it feems ftrange he should have addreffed his mother as yet living , who had been dead nearly two ...
Page cxi
... o'er the pendent green , " Where Thames reflects the vifionary fcene . " These interfperfions of Pope's lighter mufe did not seem now to accord with the increafing feverity of his difpofition . Still proceeding in his career of ...
... o'er the pendent green , " Where Thames reflects the vifionary fcene . " These interfperfions of Pope's lighter mufe did not seem now to accord with the increafing feverity of his difpofition . Still proceeding in his career of ...
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... O'er hills and dales , and now I lose the course , Nor can the rapid fight pursue the flying horse . Oh could thy Virgil from his orb look down , He'd view a courfer that might match his own ! Fir'd with the sport , and eager for the ...
... O'er hills and dales , and now I lose the course , Nor can the rapid fight pursue the flying horse . Oh could thy Virgil from his orb look down , He'd view a courfer that might match his own ! Fir'd with the sport , and eager for the ...
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... o'er their head , and laughs behind the scene . In Fame's fair Temple , o'er the boldest wits Infhrin'd on high the facred Virgil fits ; And fits in measures fuch as Virgil's Mufe To place thee near him might be fond to chufe . How ...
... o'er their head , and laughs behind the scene . In Fame's fair Temple , o'er the boldest wits Infhrin'd on high the facred Virgil fits ; And fits in measures fuch as Virgil's Mufe To place thee near him might be fond to chufe . How ...
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Page 333 - For, that sad moment, when the sylphs withdrew, And Ariel weeping from Belinda flew, Umbriel...
Page 187 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 226 - Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But, more...
Page 218 - Music resembles poetry; in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master-hand alone can reach. If, where the rules not far enough extend, (Since rules were made but to promote their end) Some lucky licence answer to the full Th' intent propos'd, that licence is a rule.
Page 324 - The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine; The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace, And the long labours of the toilet cease.
Page 309 - Safe from the treach'rous friend, the daring spark, The glance by day, the whisper in the dark, When kind occasion prompts their warm desires, When music softens, and when dancing fires ? Tis but their sylph, the wise celestials know, Though honour is the word with men below.
Page 332 - What time would spare, from steel receives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to fate! Steel could the labour of the gods destroy, And strike to dust th' imperial tow'rs of Troy; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
Page 110 - Be smooth, ye Rocks; ye rapid Floods, give way ! The SAVIOUR comes! by ancient bards foretold! Hear Him, ye Deaf; and all ye Blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day: Tis He th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, And bid new music charm th...
Page 115 - See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies ! See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend...
Page 182 - 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.