The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions, and Improvements. From the Text of Dr. Warburton. With the Life of the Author ...W. Durrell, 1812 |
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... rise from trivial things , I sing .... This verse to Caryl , Muse ! is due : This , e'en Belinda may vouchsafe to view : Slight is the subject , but not so the praise , If she inspire , and he approve my lays . 5 Say , what strange ...
... rise from trivial things , I sing .... This verse to Caryl , Muse ! is due : This , e'en Belinda may vouchsafe to view : Slight is the subject , but not so the praise , If she inspire , and he approve my lays . 5 Say , what strange ...
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... rising tow'rs , There stands a structure of majestic frame , Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name . Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants , and of nymphs at home ; Here thou , great Anna ! whom ...
... rising tow'rs , There stands a structure of majestic frame , Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name . Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants , and of nymphs at home ; Here thou , great Anna ! whom ...
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... rising in her mind , Sudden he view'd , in spite of all her art , An earthly lover lurking at her heart . Amaz'd , confus'd , he found his pow'r expir'd ; Resign'd to fate , and with a sigh retir'd . 140 145 The Peer now spreads the ...
... rising in her mind , Sudden he view'd , in spite of all her art , An earthly lover lurking at her heart . Amaz'd , confus'd , he found his pow'r expir'd ; Resign'd to fate , and with a sigh retir'd . 140 145 The Peer now spreads the ...
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... rising as the mists arise ; Dreadful as hermits ' dreams in haunted shades , Or bright as visions of expiring maids . Now glaring fiends , and snakes on rolling spires , Pale spectres , gaping tombs , and purple fires : Now lakes of ...
... rising as the mists arise ; Dreadful as hermits ' dreams in haunted shades , Or bright as visions of expiring maids . Now glaring fiends , and snakes on rolling spires , Pale spectres , gaping tombs , and purple fires : Now lakes of ...
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... rising fire . 94 O wretched maid ! she spread her hands , and cry'd , ( While Hampton's echoes , wretched maid ! reply'd ) Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin , comb , and essence to prepare ? For this your Locks in ...
... rising fire . 94 O wretched maid ! she spread her hands , and cry'd , ( While Hampton's echoes , wretched maid ! reply'd ) Was it for this you took such constant care The bodkin , comb , and essence to prepare ? For this your Locks in ...
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Страница 113 - 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 108 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Страница 107 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Страница 16 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Страница 113 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, 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.
Страница 208 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Страница 35 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales 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 13 - 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.
Страница 19 - Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies.
Страница 110 - Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at every line ; Pleased with a work where nothing's just or fit, One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit. Poets, like painters, thus unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art.