The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: To which is Prefixed the Life of the Author..J. Walker; J. Johnson; W. J. and J. Richardson ... [and 18 others], 1808 - 651 страници |
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And an air of piety to the gods should shine through the poem , which so visibly
appears in all the works of antiquity ; and it ought to preserve some relish of the
old way of writing : the connexion should be loose , the narra . tions and ...
And an air of piety to the gods should shine through the poem , which so visibly
appears in all the works of antiquity ; and it ought to preserve some relish of the
old way of writing : the connexion should be loose , the narra . tions and ...
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... thirsty swain , Not balmy sleep to labourers faint with pain , Not showers to
larks , or sun - shine to the bee , Are half so charming as thy sight to me , Go ,
gentle gales , and bear my sighs away ! Come , Delia , come ; ah , why this long
delay ?
... thirsty swain , Not balmy sleep to labourers faint with pain , Not showers to
larks , or sun - shine to the bee , Are half so charming as thy sight to me , Go ,
gentle gales , and bear my sighs away ! Come , Delia , come ; ah , why this long
delay ?
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Now golden fruits on loaded branches shine , And grateful clusters swell with
floods of wine ; Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove ; Just gods ! shall all
things yield returns but love ; Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay !
Now golden fruits on loaded branches shine , And grateful clusters swell with
floods of wine ; Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove ; Just gods ! shall all
things yield returns but love ; Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay !
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Behold the groves that shine with silver frost , Their beauty wither ' d , and their
verdure lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call ' d the listening
Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers as he flow ' d along , And bade
his ...
Behold the groves that shine with silver frost , Their beauty wither ' d , and their
verdure lost . Here shall I try the sweet Alexis ' strain , That call ' d the listening
Dryads to the plain ? Thames heard the numbers as he flow ' d along , And bade
his ...
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No more the rising sun ( u ) shall gild the morn , Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver
horn ; But lost , dissolv ' d in thy superior rays , One tide of glory , one unclouded
blaze O ' erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Reveal ' d , and God ' s ...
No more the rising sun ( u ) shall gild the morn , Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver
horn ; But lost , dissolv ' d in thy superior rays , One tide of glory , one unclouded
blaze O ' erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Reveal ' d , and God ' s ...
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Страница 220 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Страница 51 - 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.
Страница 211 - See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go ! Around, how wide ! how deep extend below ! 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.
Страница 60 - 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 207 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Страница 75 - Soft yielding minds to water glide away, And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a Gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
Страница 224 - See dying vegetables life sustain, See life dissolving vegetate again: All forms that perish other forms supply; (By turns we catch the vital breath, and die) Like bubbles on the sea of Matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
Страница 61 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Страница 207 - 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.
Страница 217 - Subject, compound them, follow her and God. Love, hope, and joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, fear, and grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd, Make and maintain the balance of the mind: The lights and shades, whose well accorded strife Gives all the strength and colour of our life.