The Works of Alexander Pope: Moral essaysA. Millar [and others], 1757 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 1 - 5 от 40.
Страница xviii
... POET's name : Beholds , where WIDCOME's happy hills afcend , Each orphan'd Art and Virtue find a friend : 330 TO HAGLEY'S honour'd Shade directs her view ; And culls each flow'r to form a Wreath for You . But tread with cautious step ...
... POET's name : Beholds , where WIDCOME's happy hills afcend , Each orphan'd Art and Virtue find a friend : 330 TO HAGLEY'S honour'd Shade directs her view ; And culls each flow'r to form a Wreath for You . But tread with cautious step ...
Страница xx
... Poet fung . This Mufe in filence joy'd each better Age , 365 Till glowing crimes had wak'd her into rage . Truth faw her honeft fpleen with new delight , And bade her wing her fhafts , and urge their flight . First on the Sons of Greece ...
... Poet fung . This Mufe in filence joy'd each better Age , 365 Till glowing crimes had wak'd her into rage . Truth faw her honeft fpleen with new delight , And bade her wing her fhafts , and urge their flight . First on the Sons of Greece ...
Страница xxii
... 'd thought , and tinfel beauty fhine ; Wit's fhatter'd Mirror lies in fragment's bright , Reflects not Nature , but confounds the fight . 425 Dry Morals the Court - Poet blush'd to fing : xxii ESSAY ON SATIRE . Part H.
... 'd thought , and tinfel beauty fhine ; Wit's fhatter'd Mirror lies in fragment's bright , Reflects not Nature , but confounds the fight . 425 Dry Morals the Court - Poet blush'd to fing : xxii ESSAY ON SATIRE . Part H.
Страница xxiii
... Poet's pow'r in one : Each Roman's force adorns his various page ; Gay fmiles , collected ftrength , and manly rage . 454 Despairing Guilt and Dulnefs loath the fight , As Spectres B 4 王 xxiii Part III . ESSAY ON SATIRE .
... Poet's pow'r in one : Each Roman's force adorns his various page ; Gay fmiles , collected ftrength , and manly rage . 454 Despairing Guilt and Dulnefs loath the fight , As Spectres B 4 王 xxiii Part III . ESSAY ON SATIRE .
Страница xxiv
... Poet's mind ! Who yonder Stars effulgence can display , Unless he dip his pencil in the ray ? 465 Who paint a God , unless the God infpire ? What catch the Lightning , but the fpeed of fire ! So , mighty POPE , to make thy Genius known ...
... Poet's mind ! Who yonder Stars effulgence can display , Unless he dip his pencil in the ray ? 465 Who paint a God , unless the God infpire ? What catch the Lightning , but the fpeed of fire ! So , mighty POPE , to make thy Genius known ...
Други издания - Преглед на всички
Често срещани думи и фрази
againſt Balaam beft beſt bleffing bleft blifs bliſs breaſt Cæfar Catiline Cauſe confifts Dæmon defign deſtroy eaſe Epiftle ev'n ev'ry Expence expreffed faid falfe fame fatire fave feen fenfe ferves fhall fhew fhine fhould fince firft firſt folly fome Fool foul ftill ftrength fubject fuch fure gen'ral gives Happineſs heart Heav'n himſelf inftance Inigo Jones int'reft itſelf juft juſt King knave laft laſt lefs Lord Mankind mind moft moſt muſt Nature Nature's never o'er obferve OURSELVES TO KNOW Parterres perfon pleaſe pleaſure poet pow'r praiſe pride principle purpoſe purſue raiſe Reaſon reft reſt rife ruling Angels ruling Paffion Self-love Senfe ſhade ſhall ſhe ſmall ſtate ſtill tafte Taſte thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro truth Twas univerfal uſe VARIATIONS Vice Virtue wealth whofe Whore whoſe wife Wiſdom
Популярни откъси
Страница 56 - Parnassian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? Where grows ? — where grows it not ? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Страница 74 - Must rise from Individual to the Whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race; Wide and more wide, th...
Страница 15 - Were we to press, inferior might on ours; Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. And, if each system in gradation roll Alike essential to th' amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall.
Страница 59 - Know, all the good that individuals find, Or God and nature meant to mere mankind, Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence But health consists with temperance alone ; And peace, oh virtue ! peace is all thy own.
Страница 16 - To serve mere engines to the ruling mind ? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another in this...
Страница 58 - But mutual wants this happiness increase, All nature's difference keeps all nature's peace. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing, Bliss is the same in subject or in king; In who obtain defence, or who defend, In him who is, or him who finds a friend : Heaven breathes through every member of the whole One common blessing as one common soul.
Страница 4 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Страница 7 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Страница 5 - Say first, of God above, or man below, What can we reason, but from what we know ? Of man, what see we but his station here, From which to reason, or to which refer ? Thro' worlds unnumber'd tho' the God be known, "Tis ours to trace him only in our own.
Страница 40 - Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.