The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for J. Sharpe; and sold by W. Suttaby, 1808 |
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... once had promis'd they should last . Some fresh engrav'd appear'd of wits renown'd : I look'd again , nor could their trace be found . Critics I saw , that other names deface , And fix their own , with labour , in their place : Their ...
... once had promis'd they should last . Some fresh engrav'd appear'd of wits renown'd : I look'd again , nor could their trace be found . Critics I saw , that other names deface , And fix their own , with labour , in their place : Their ...
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... once loud harps unstrung ) And youths that died to be by poets sung . These and a thousand more of doubtful fame , To whom old fables gave a lasting name , In ranks adorn'd the temple's outward face The wall in lustre and effect like ...
... once loud harps unstrung ) And youths that died to be by poets sung . These and a thousand more of doubtful fame , To whom old fables gave a lasting name , In ranks adorn'd the temple's outward face The wall in lustre and effect like ...
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... once , as thunder breaks the cloud , The notes at first were rather sweet than loud ; By just degrees they every moment rise , Fill the wide earth , and gain upon the skies . At every breath were balmy odours shed , Which still grew ...
... once , as thunder breaks the cloud , The notes at first were rather sweet than loud ; By just degrees they every moment rise , Fill the wide earth , and gain upon the skies . At every breath were balmy odours shed , Which still grew ...
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... Once , ere he died , to taste the blissful life Of a kind husband and a loving wife . These thoughts he fortified with reasons still ( For none want reasons to confirm their will . ) Grave authors say , and witty poets sing , That ...
... Once , ere he died , to taste the blissful life Of a kind husband and a loving wife . These thoughts he fortified with reasons still ( For none want reasons to confirm their will . ) Grave authors say , and witty poets sing , That ...
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... once himself and Heav'n to please ; And pass his inoffensive hours away , In bliss all night , and innocence all day : Though fortune change , his constant spouse remains , Augments his joys , or mitigates his pains . But what so pure ...
... once himself and Heav'n to please ; And pass his inoffensive hours away , In bliss all night , and innocence all day : Though fortune change , his constant spouse remains , Augments his joys , or mitigates his pains . But what so pure ...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope (Vol. 1&2): Complete Edition Alexander Pope Ограничен достъп - 2023 |
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Страница 78 - With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...
Страница 76 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Страница 178 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly : In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored ; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal darkness buries all.
Страница 67 - TWIT'NAM, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain. Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the Laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause : Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Страница 129 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Страница 76 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Страница 70 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Страница 68 - I'm all submission ; what you'd have it, make it." Three things another's modest wishes bound, My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound. Pitholeon sends to me : " You know his grace : I want a patron ; ask him for a place.
Страница 72 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Страница 126 - He stuck to poverty with peace of mind ; And me, the Muses help'd to undergo it ; Convict a papist he, and I a poet. But (thanks to Homer) since I live and thrive, Indebted to no prince or peer alive ; Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,3 If I would scribble rather than repose.