The Poetical Works of Alex. Pope: With a Sketch of the Author's LifeBaynes and Son, 1825 - 524 страници |
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... thee . Blest swains , whose nymphs in every grace excel ; Blest nymphs , whose swains those graces sing so well : Now rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bowers , A soft retreat from sudden vernal showers ! The turf with rural dainties ...
... thee . Blest swains , whose nymphs in every grace excel ; Blest nymphs , whose swains those graces sing so well : Now rise , and haste to yonder woodbine bowers , A soft retreat from sudden vernal showers ! The turf with rural dainties ...
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... thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , muses , in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless love ? In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides ...
... thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , muses , in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless love ? In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides ...
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... ! I'll fly from shepherds , flocks , and flowery plains . From shepherds , flocks , and plains , I may remove , Forsake mankind , and all the world , but Love ! I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred 213 PASTORALS . 22.
... ! I'll fly from shepherds , flocks , and flowery plains . From shepherds , flocks , and plains , I may remove , Forsake mankind , and all the world , but Love ! I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred 213 PASTORALS . 22.
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With a Sketch of the Author's Life Alexander Pope. I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred , Wolves gave thee suck , and savage tigers fed : Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder ...
With a Sketch of the Author's Life Alexander Pope. I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred , Wolves gave thee suck , and savage tigers fed : Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder ...
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... thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed . While plants their shade , or flowers their odours give , Thy name , thy honour , and thy praise shall live ! THYRSIS . But see , Orion sheds ...
... thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed . While plants their shade , or flowers their odours give , Thy name , thy honour , and thy praise shall live ! THYRSIS . But see , Orion sheds ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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....
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.