Miscellaneous Poems and Translations, Том 1Alexander Pope Bernard Lintot, 1722 - 288 страници |
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... Muses to their ancient feats , To paint anew the flow'ry fylvan scenes , To crown the forefts with immortal greens , Make Windfor - hills in lofty numbers rife , And lift her turrets nearer to the skies ; To fing thofe honours you ...
... Muses to their ancient feats , To paint anew the flow'ry fylvan scenes , To crown the forefts with immortal greens , Make Windfor - hills in lofty numbers rife , And lift her turrets nearer to the skies ; To fing thofe honours you ...
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... face ; Yet fhould the muses bid my numbers roll ,. Strong as their charms , and gentle as their foul ; With Zeuxis ' Helen thy Bridgwater vie , And these With and TRANSL 133 NSLATIONS . Bid her be all that chears or softens life, ...
... face ; Yet fhould the muses bid my numbers roll ,. Strong as their charms , and gentle as their foul ; With Zeuxis ' Helen thy Bridgwater vie , And these With and TRANSL 133 NSLATIONS . Bid her be all that chears or softens life, ...
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... muse , The brightest eyes of Britain now peruse , And dead as living , ' tis our author's pride , Still to charm those who charm the world befide . Madamoiselle Paulet . To To the Same , On her leaving the Town after 138 Mifcellaneous ...
... muse , The brightest eyes of Britain now peruse , And dead as living , ' tis our author's pride , Still to charm those who charm the world befide . Madamoiselle Paulet . To To the Same , On her leaving the Town after 138 Mifcellaneous ...
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... muse the fwifteft course has gone , As clocks run fafteft when moft lead is on . What tho ' no bees around your cradle flew , Nor on your lips diftill'd their golden dew , Yet have we oft ' difcover'd in their stead Afwarm of drones ...
... muse the fwifteft course has gone , As clocks run fafteft when moft lead is on . What tho ' no bees around your cradle flew , Nor on your lips diftill'd their golden dew , Yet have we oft ' difcover'd in their stead Afwarm of drones ...
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... And frankly own I fhould long fince have : writ : You told me , filence would be thought a crime , And kindly ftrove to teaze me into rhyme : K No No more let trifling themes your muse employ , Nor and TRANSLATIONS . 217.
... And frankly own I fhould long fince have : writ : You told me , filence would be thought a crime , And kindly ftrove to teaze me into rhyme : K No No more let trifling themes your muse employ , Nor and TRANSLATIONS . 217.
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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.
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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...
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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.