Miscellaneous Poems and TranslationsAlexander Pope Bernard Lintott, 1712 - 376 страници |
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... Thou , great Heir of all thy Father's Fame , Encrease of Glory to the Latian Name ; Oh bless thy Rome with an Eternal Reign , Nor let defiring Worlds intreat in vain ! What tho ' the Stars.contract their Heav'nly Space , And crowd their ...
... Thou , great Heir of all thy Father's Fame , Encrease of Glory to the Latian Name ; Oh bless thy Rome with an Eternal Reign , Nor let defiring Worlds intreat in vain ! What tho ' the Stars.contract their Heav'nly Space , And crowd their ...
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... thou first relate ? The raging Tydeus , or the Prophet's Fate ? Or how with Hills of flain on ev'ry fide , Hippomedon repell'd the hostile Tyde ? Or how the * Youth with ev'ry Grace adorn'd , Untimely fell , to be for ever mourn'd ...
... thou first relate ? The raging Tydeus , or the Prophet's Fate ? Or how with Hills of flain on ev'ry fide , Hippomedon repell'd the hostile Tyde ? Or how the * Youth with ev'ry Grace adorn'd , Untimely fell , to be for ever mourn'd ...
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... Thou , fable Styx ! whofe livid Streams are roll'd Thro ' dreary Coafts which I , tho ' Blind , behold : Tifiphone ! that oft hast heard my Pray'r , Affift , if Oedipus deferve thy Care ! If you receiv'd me from Jocafta's Womb , And ...
... Thou , fable Styx ! whofe livid Streams are roll'd Thro ' dreary Coafts which I , tho ' Blind , behold : Tifiphone ! that oft hast heard my Pray'r , Affift , if Oedipus deferve thy Care ! If you receiv'd me from Jocafta's Womb , And ...
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... Thou might'st inspire ! My Sons their old , unhappy Sire despise , Spoil'd of his Kingdom , and depriv'd of Eyes ; Guidelefs I wander , unreguarded mourn , While These exalt their Scepters o'er my Urn ; Thefe These Sons , ye Gods ! who ...
... Thou might'st inspire ! My Sons their old , unhappy Sire despise , Spoil'd of his Kingdom , and depriv'd of Eyes ; Guidelefs I wander , unreguarded mourn , While These exalt their Scepters o'er my Urn ; Thefe These Sons , ye Gods ! who ...
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... thou find , if thou but arm their Hands , Their ready Guilt preventing thy Commands : Cou'dft thou fome great , proportion'd Mischief [ frame , They'd prove the Father from whose Loins they [ came . The The Fury heard , while on Cocytus ...
... thou find , if thou but arm their Hands , Their ready Guilt preventing thy Commands : Cou'dft thou fome great , proportion'd Mischief [ frame , They'd prove the Father from whose Loins they [ came . The The Fury heard , while on Cocytus ...
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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.