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Ev ' n I essay ' d to touch the trembling string : Who could hear them , and not
attempt to sing ? Rons ' d from these dreams by thy commanding strain , I rise
and wander through the field or plain ; Led by the Muse , from sport to sport I run ,
Mark ...
Ev ' n I essay ' d to touch the trembling string : Who could hear them , and not
attempt to sing ? Rons ' d from these dreams by thy commanding strain , I rise
and wander through the field or plain ; Led by the Muse , from sport to sport I run ,
Mark ...
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On the other hand , a good poet do sooner communicates his works with the
same desire of information , but it is imagined he is a vain young creature , given
up to the ambition of fame ; when perhaps the poor man is all the while trembling
...
On the other hand , a good poet do sooner communicates his works with the
same desire of information , but it is imagined he is a vain young creature , given
up to the ambition of fame ; when perhaps the poor man is all the while trembling
...
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Nor blush to sport on Windsor ' s blissful plains : Fair Thames ! flow gently from
thy sacred spring , While on thy banks Sicilian Muses sing ; Let vernal airs
through trembling osiers play , And Albion ' s cliffs resound the rural lay . You ,
that too ...
Nor blush to sport on Windsor ' s blissful plains : Fair Thames ! flow gently from
thy sacred spring , While on thy banks Sicilian Muses sing ; Let vernal airs
through trembling osiers play , And Albion ' s cliffs resound the rural lay . You ,
that too ...
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... A sweeter music than their own to hear ; But tell the reeds , and tell the vocal
shore , Fair Daphne ' s dead , and music is no more ! Her fate is whisper ' d by the
gentle breeze , And told in sighs to all the trembling trees ; The trembling trees ...
... A sweeter music than their own to hear ; But tell the reeds , and tell the vocal
shore , Fair Daphne ' s dead , and music is no more ! Her fate is whisper ' d by the
gentle breeze , And told in sighs to all the trembling trees ; The trembling trees ...
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Prond Nimrod first the bloody cbase began , A mighty hunter , and his prey was
man : Our haughty Norman boasts that barbarous name , And makes his
trembling slaves the royal game . The fields are ravish ' d from the industrious
swains ...
Prond Nimrod first the bloody cbase began , A mighty hunter , and his prey was
man : Our haughty Norman boasts that barbarous name , And makes his
trembling slaves the royal game . The fields are ravish ' d from the industrious
swains ...
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Страница 71 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Страница 30 - 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.
Страница 36 - 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.
Страница 34 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood! The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Страница 90 - 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,...
Страница 12 - 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 11 - Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art. True wit is nature to advantage dress'd ; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd ; Something, whose truth, convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind.
Страница 20 - Tales.' With him most authors steal their works, or buy : Garth did not write his own 'Dispensary.
Страница 70 - 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. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Страница 71 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; 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. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two locks which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...
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| Заглавие | Poetical Works |
| Автор | Alexander Pope |
| Издател | Printed at the Stanhope Press by C.Whittingham, 1808 |
| Оригиналът е от | Харвардският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 19 февр. 2008 |
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