The Poetical Works of Alex. Pope: With a Sketch of the Author's LifeBaynes and Son, 1825 - 524 pages |
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... shew , The Naiads wept in every watery bower , And Jove consented in a silent shower . Accept , O Garth , the muse's early lays , That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays : Hear what from love unpractised hearts endure , From love , the ...
... shew , The Naiads wept in every watery bower , And Jove consented in a silent shower . Accept , O Garth , the muse's early lays , That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays : Hear what from love unpractised hearts endure , From love , the ...
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... shew Like the bright beauties on thy banks below ; Where Jove , subdued by mortal passion still , Might change Olympus for a nobler hill . Happy the man whom this bright court approves , His sovereign favours , and his country loves ...
... shew Like the bright beauties on thy banks below ; Where Jove , subdued by mortal passion still , Might change Olympus for a nobler hill . Happy the man whom this bright court approves , His sovereign favours , and his country loves ...
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... shew'd , And pointed out those arduous paths they trod ; Held from afar , aloft th ' immortal prize , And urged the rest by equal steps to rise . 90 Just precepts thus from great examples given , She drew from them what they derived ...
... shew'd , And pointed out those arduous paths they trod ; Held from afar , aloft th ' immortal prize , And urged the rest by equal steps to rise . 90 Just precepts thus from great examples given , She drew from them what they derived ...
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... shew ; 560 For ' tis but half a judge's task to know . ' Tis not enough , taste , judgment , learning , join ; In all you speak , let truth and candour shine ; That not alone what to your sense is due All may allow , but seek your ...
... shew ; 560 For ' tis but half a judge's task to know . ' Tis not enough , taste , judgment , learning , join ; In all you speak , let truth and candour shine ; That not alone what to your sense is due All may allow , but seek your ...
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... shew'd his faults - but when would poets mend ? No place so sacred from such fops is barr'd , Nor is Paul's church more safe than Paul's church- yard : Nay , fly to altars , there they'll talk you dead ; For fools rush in where angels ...
... shew'd his faults - but when would poets mend ? No place so sacred from such fops is barr'd , Nor is Paul's church more safe than Paul's church- yard : Nay , fly to altars , there they'll talk you dead ; For fools rush in where angels ...
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Page 268 - 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 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 226 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw ; And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 199 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Page 52 - 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. 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 62 - 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 tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 197 - Vast chain of Being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing. On superior...
Page 78 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 225 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue.
Page 85 - Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine, (The victor cried) the glorious prize is mine ! While fish in streams, or birds delight in air, Or in a coach and six the British fair, As long as Atalantis shall be read...
Page 59 - She gives in large recruits of needful pride ; For as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swell'd with wind : Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.