The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorCrissy & Markley, 1850 - 484 pages |
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... turn his Essay into Latin prose ; meaning , could by any mode of interpretation be but no such performance has ever appeared . made to mean well . How much he was pleased Pope lived at this time among the Great , with with his ...
... turn his Essay into Latin prose ; meaning , could by any mode of interpretation be but no such performance has ever appeared . made to mean well . How much he was pleased Pope lived at this time among the Great , with with his ...
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... turn , If Pope be not a poet , where is poetry to be the language : for the distinguishing excellences of found ? To circumscribe poetry by a definition , Homer are ( by the consent of the best critics of all will only show the ...
... turn , If Pope be not a poet , where is poetry to be the language : for the distinguishing excellences of found ? To circumscribe poetry by a definition , Homer are ( by the consent of the best critics of all will only show the ...
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... turn the furrow'd plain . Here the bright crocus and blue violet glow , Here western winds on breathing roses blow ... turns , by turns the muses sing : Now hawthorns blossom , now the daisies spring , Now leaves the trees , and flowers ...
... turn the furrow'd plain . Here the bright crocus and blue violet glow , Here western winds on breathing roses blow ... turns , by turns the muses sing : Now hawthorns blossom , now the daisies spring , Now leaves the trees , and flowers ...
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... turn'd his azure eyes Where Windsor - domes and pompous turrets rise ; Then bow'd , and spoke ; the winds forget to roar , And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore : Hail , sacred peace ! hail , long expected days , That Thames's ...
... turn'd his azure eyes Where Windsor - domes and pompous turrets rise ; Then bow'd , and spoke ; the winds forget to roar , And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore : Hail , sacred peace ! hail , long expected days , That Thames's ...
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... turn critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a rival's or an eunuch's spite . All fools have still an itching to deride , And fain would be upon the laughing side . If Mævius scribble in ...
... turn critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a rival's or an eunuch's spite . All fools have still an itching to deride , And fain would be upon the laughing side . If Mævius scribble in ...
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Page 103 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 102 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 64 - Transform'd to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens...
Page 57 - Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day : Sound sleep by night ; study and ease, Together mix'd ; sweet recreation, And innocence which most does please With meditation.
Page 264 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Page 125 - 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 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 load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Page 59 - No monstrous height, or breadth, or length appear ; The whole at once is bold, and regular. Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend ; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. As men of breeding, sometimes men of wit, T...
Page 102 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees GOD in clouds, or hears Him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven...
Page 60 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Page 65 - 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 : Then prostrate falls, and begs, with ardent eyes, Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize.