The poetical works of Alexander Pope, ed. with notes and intr. memoir by A.W. Ward1869 |
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... round the same unvary'd chimes , With sure returns of still expected rhymes ; Where - e'er you find " the cooling western breeze , " In the next line , it " whispers through the trees : " If crystal streams " with pleasing murmurs creep ...
... round the same unvary'd chimes , With sure returns of still expected rhymes ; Where - e'er you find " the cooling western breeze , " In the next line , it " whispers through the trees : " If crystal streams " with pleasing murmurs creep ...
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... round thee fly , The light Militia of the lower sky : These , tho ' unseen , are ever on the wing , Hang o'er the Box , and hover round the Ring . Think what an equipage thou hast in Air , And view with scorn two Pages and a Chair . As ...
... round thee fly , The light Militia of the lower sky : These , tho ' unseen , are ever on the wing , Hang o'er the Box , and hover round the Ring . Think what an equipage thou hast in Air , And view with scorn two Pages and a Chair . As ...
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... round the sails repair : Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe , That seem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath . Some to the sun their insect - wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms ...
... round the sails repair : Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe , That seem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath . Some to the sun their insect - wings unfold , Waft on the breeze , or sink in clouds of gold ; Transparent forms ...
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... round ; On shining Altars of Japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide , While China's earth receives the smoking tide : At once they gratify their scent and taste , And ...
... round ; On shining Altars of Japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide , While China's earth receives the smoking tide : At once they gratify their scent and taste , And ...
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... round unthinking face , He first the snuff - box open'd , then the case , And thus broke out- " My Lord , why , what the devil ? " Z - ds ! damn the lock ! ' fore Gad , you must be civil ! 66 Plague on't ! ' tis past a jest - nay ...
... round unthinking face , He first the snuff - box open'd , then the case , And thus broke out- " My Lord , why , what the devil ? " Z - ds ! damn the lock ! ' fore Gad , you must be civil ! 66 Plague on't ! ' tis past a jest - nay ...
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Page 45 - 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 92 - 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 77 - Form a strong line about the silver bound, And guard the wide circumference around. 'Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be...
Page 195 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 235 - twould a Saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke) No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — «<• And— Betty— give this Cheek a little Red.
Page 200 - 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 283 - Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath. Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky ! On cares like these if length of days attend.
Page 57 - Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And glitt'ring thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.
Page 277 - 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 ? What tho' my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 58 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are try'd, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.