The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions and Improvements, Volume 1T. & G. Palmer, 1804 - 754 pages |
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Page 73
... fields produce ; And the true measure of the shepherd's wit Should , like his garb , be for the country fit : Yet must his pure and unaffected thought More nicely than the common swain's be wrought . So , with becoming art , the players ...
... fields produce ; And the true measure of the shepherd's wit Should , like his garb , be for the country fit : Yet must his pure and unaffected thought More nicely than the common swain's be wrought . So , with becoming art , the players ...
Page 74
... fields arise , Mount by degrees , and reach at last the skies . 50 W. WYCHERLEY . TO MR . POPE , ON HIS WINDSOR FOREST . HAIL ! sacred bard ! a muse unknown before Salutes thee from the bleak Atlantic shore . To our dark world thy ...
... fields arise , Mount by degrees , and reach at last the skies . 50 W. WYCHERLEY . TO MR . POPE , ON HIS WINDSOR FOREST . HAIL ! sacred bard ! a muse unknown before Salutes thee from the bleak Atlantic shore . To our dark world thy ...
Page 76
... fields in- spire ! Thrice happy you ! and worthy best to dwell Amidst the rural joys you sing so well . I in a cold and in a barren clime , Cold as my thought , and barren as my rhyme , Here on the western beach attempt to chime . O ...
... fields in- spire ! Thrice happy you ! and worthy best to dwell Amidst the rural joys you sing so well . I in a cold and in a barren clime , Cold as my thought , and barren as my rhyme , Here on the western beach attempt to chime . O ...
Page 77
... field or plain ; Led by the Muse , from sport to sport I run ; Mark the stretch'd line , or hear the thund'ring gun . Ah ! how I melt with pity , when I spy On the cold earth the flutt'ring pheasant lie ! His gaudy robes in dazzling ...
... field or plain ; Led by the Muse , from sport to sport I run ; Mark the stretch'd line , or hear the thund'ring gun . Ah ! how I melt with pity , when I spy On the cold earth the flutt'ring pheasant lie ! His gaudy robes in dazzling ...
Page 85
... field of death ; as fierce he turns , Keen flash his arms , and all the hero burns ; 36 With martial stalk , and more than mortal might , . He strides along , and meets the gods in fight : Then the pale Titans , chain'd on burning ...
... field of death ; as fierce he turns , Keen flash his arms , and all the hero burns ; 36 With martial stalk , and more than mortal might , . He strides along , and meets the gods in fight : Then the pale Titans , chain'd on burning ...
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Page 21 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer: Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike ; Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Page 21 - Dreading ev'n fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little Senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; 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?
Page 176 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground now sacred by thy relics made. So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame.
Page 21 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every 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 though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 174 - Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes, The glorious fault of angels and of gods; Thence to their images on earth it flows, And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows.
Page 122 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Page 17 - 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 121 - Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born ! See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring...
Page 123 - The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead : The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet.
Page 164 - Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose; No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows. Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow, Or moving spirit bade the waters flow; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n, And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n.