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Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see , Thinks what ne'er was , nor is , nor e'er
shall be . In ev'ry work regard the writer's end , Since none , can compass more
than they intend ; And if the means be just , the conduct true , Applause , in spight
...
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see , Thinks what ne'er was , nor is , nor e'er
shall be . In ev'ry work regard the writer's end , Since none , can compass more
than they intend ; And if the means be just , the conduct true , Applause , in spight
...
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To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let th ' imprison'd effences exhale ,
To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow's , Tofteal from rainbows e'er they drop
in show's A brighter wafh ; to curl their waying hairs , Aslift their blushes , and ...
To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let th ' imprison'd effences exhale ,
To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow's , Tofteal from rainbows e'er they drop
in show's A brighter wafh ; to curl their waying hairs , Aslift their blushes , and ...
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But oh ! if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace , Or raise a pimple on a beauteous
face ; Like citron - waters matrons cheeks inflame , Or change complexions at a
loosing game ; If e'er with airy horns I planted heads , Or rumpled petticoats , or ...
But oh ! if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace , Or raise a pimple on a beauteous
face ; Like citron - waters matrons cheeks inflame , Or change complexions at a
loosing game ; If e'er with airy horns I planted heads , Or rumpled petticoats , or ...
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What nymph cou'd e'er attract such crowds as you ? Not she whose beauty urg'd
the Centaurs arms , Ulysses ' Queen , nor Helen's fatal charms . Ev'n now , when
filent scorn is all they gain , A thousand court you , tho ' they court in vain , A ...
What nymph cou'd e'er attract such crowds as you ? Not she whose beauty urg'd
the Centaurs arms , Ulysses ' Queen , nor Helen's fatal charms . Ev'n now , when
filent scorn is all they gain , A thousand court you , tho ' they court in vain , A ...
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DA MATTER NANUNCINCINE Ο Ν SILENCE , In Imitation of the style of the late
E. of R. S " 1 . llence ! coeval with eternity ; Thou wert , e'er nature first began to
be , ' Twas one vaft nothing , all , and all sleep faft in thee . II . Thine was the sway
...
DA MATTER NANUNCINCINE Ο Ν SILENCE , In Imitation of the style of the late
E. of R. S " 1 . llence ! coeval with eternity ; Thou wert , e'er nature first began to
be , ' Twas one vaft nothing , all , and all sleep faft in thee . II . Thine was the sway
...
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Страница 62 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
Страница 83 - 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 amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Страница 162 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Страница 81 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Страница 42 - Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Страница 167 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Страница 166 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Страница 52 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love ; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow : Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found...
Страница 92 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Страница 128 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.
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| Заглавие | Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Том 1 Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Alexander Pope |
| Автор | Alexander Pope |
| Издател | Bernard Lintot, 1722 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 2 авг. 2007 |
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