The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: Ed. by the Rev. H. F. CaryD. Appleton & Company, 1867 - 485 pages |
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... kind of poem , and it is my design to comprise in this short paper the substance of those numerous dissertations that critics have made on the subject , without omitting any of their rules in my own favour . You will also find some ...
... kind of poem , and it is my design to comprise in this short paper the substance of those numerous dissertations that critics have made on the subject , without omitting any of their rules in my own favour . You will also find some ...
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... kind which any nation has produced ever since the time of Virgil . Not but that he may be thought imper- fect in some few points . His eclogues are somewhat too long , if we compare them with the ancients . He is some- times too ...
... kind which any nation has produced ever since the time of Virgil . Not but that he may be thought imper- fect in some few points . His eclogues are somewhat too long , if we compare them with the ancients . He is some- times too ...
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... kind glance at her pursuer flies , How much at variance are her feet and eyes ! STREPHON . O'er golden sands let rich Pactolus flow , And trees weep amber on the banks of Po ; The Thames bright shores the brightest beauties yield , Feed ...
... kind glance at her pursuer flies , How much at variance are her feet and eyes ! STREPHON . O'er golden sands let rich Pactolus flow , And trees weep amber on the banks of Po ; The Thames bright shores the brightest beauties yield , Feed ...
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... kind ? She comes , my Delia comes ! Now cease my lay , And cease , ye gales , to bear my sighs away ! Next Ægon sung , while Windsor groves admired ; Rehearse , ye Muses , what yourselves inspired . Resound , ye hills , resound my ...
... kind ? She comes , my Delia comes ! Now cease my lay , And cease , ye gales , to bear my sighs away ! Next Ægon sung , while Windsor groves admired ; Rehearse , ye Muses , what yourselves inspired . Resound , ye hills , resound my ...
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... kind rains their vital moisture yield , And swell the future harvest of the field . Begin ; this charge the dying Daphne gave , And said , " Ye shepherds , sing around my grave ! " Sing , while beside the shaded tomb I mourn , And with ...
... kind rains their vital moisture yield , And swell the future harvest of the field . Begin ; this charge the dying Daphne gave , And said , " Ye shepherds , sing around my grave ! " Sing , while beside the shaded tomb I mourn , And with ...
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Page 53 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 224 - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives...
Page 26 - Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes! 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!
Page 464 - 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 sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 46 - First follow nature and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same : Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides; In some fair body thus th...
Page 50 - 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 advanced, behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless science rise!
Page 82 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Page 230 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 283 - His gardens next your admiration call, On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Page 277 - Of mimic 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.