Miscellaneous Poems and TranslationsAlexander Pope Bernard Lintott, 1712 - 376 страници |
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... Shall warm my Breast to fing of Cafar's Fame : Mean while permit that my preluding Muse In Theban Wars an humbler Theme may chufe : Of furious Hate surviving Death , she sings , A fatal Throne to two contending Kings ,, And Fun'ral ...
... Shall warm my Breast to fing of Cafar's Fame : Mean while permit that my preluding Muse In Theban Wars an humbler Theme may chufe : Of furious Hate surviving Death , she sings , A fatal Throne to two contending Kings ,, And Fun'ral ...
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... shall Man the Wrath of Heav'n defy , And force unwilling Vengeance from the Sky ? Oh Race confed'rate into Crimes , that prove Triumphant o'er th ' eluded Rage of Jove ! This weary'd Arm can scarce the Bolt fuftain , And unregarded ...
... shall Man the Wrath of Heav'n defy , And force unwilling Vengeance from the Sky ? Oh Race confed'rate into Crimes , that prove Triumphant o'er th ' eluded Rage of Jove ! This weary'd Arm can scarce the Bolt fuftain , And unregarded ...
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... will tear , And give the Nations to the Waste of War . Adraftus foon , with Gods averse , shall join In dire Alliance with the Theban Line ; Hence Hence Strife fhall rife , and mortal War fucceed ; STATIUS his THE BAIS . 25.
... will tear , And give the Nations to the Waste of War . Adraftus foon , with Gods averse , shall join In dire Alliance with the Theban Line ; Hence Hence Strife fhall rife , and mortal War fucceed ; STATIUS his THE BAIS . 25.
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... shall pursue th ' audacious Pride That dares my Sacred Deity deride . G Revenge Revenge the Goddess in her Breast revolves , 1 And TRANSLATIONS . 81 The Story of Arachne, from the beginning of Sixth Book of Ovid's Metamorphofes By J P.
... shall pursue th ' audacious Pride That dares my Sacred Deity deride . G Revenge Revenge the Goddess in her Breast revolves , 1 And TRANSLATIONS . 81 The Story of Arachne, from the beginning of Sixth Book of Ovid's Metamorphofes By J P.
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... shall be Th'unshaken . Base of fix'd Eternity . Great God ! by thee must we forfaken lie , Or loft for ever , in Oblivion die . Turn but to us , O Lord , we'll mend our Ways , Ah ! once restore the Joys of ancient Days ; E'en tho ' we ...
... shall be Th'unshaken . Base of fix'd Eternity . Great God ! by thee must we forfaken lie , Or loft for ever , in Oblivion die . Turn but to us , O Lord , we'll mend our Ways , Ah ! once restore the Joys of ancient Days ; E'en tho ' we ...
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Страница 320 - 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, Nourished two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...
Страница 332 - ... in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair ; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See, fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes : Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Страница 325 - Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound? For this with torturing irons wreathed around?
Страница 330 - All side in parties, and begin th' attack ; Fans clap, silks rustle, and tough whalebones crack ; Heroes' and heroines' shouts confusedly rise, And bass and treble voices strike the skies. No common weapons in their hands are found, Like gods they fight, nor dread a mortal wound. So when bold Homer makes the gods engage...
Страница 323 - While visits shall be paid on solemn days, When num'rous wax-lights in bright order blaze, While nymphs take treats, or...
Страница 334 - The smiles of harlots, and the tears of heirs, Cages for gnats, and chains to yoke a flea, Dried butterflies, and tomes of casuistry. But trust the Muse — she saw it upward rise, Tho...
Страница 293 - For though the muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain ; Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea.
Страница 326 - She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs, And bids her beau demand the precious hairs: (Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane) With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face, He first the snuff-box open'd, then the case, And thus broke out— "My Lord, why, what the devil?
Страница 320 - Propitious Heav'n, and ev'ry pow'r ador'd, But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt.
Страница 320 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire. Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize : The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r, The rest the winds dispers'd in empty air.