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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... bold design , And rules as strict his labour'd work confine As if the Stagirite o'erlook'd each line . Learn hence from ancient rules a just esteem ; To copy Nature is to copy them . Some beauties yet no precepts can declare , For ...
... bold design , And rules as strict his labour'd work confine As if the Stagirite o'erlook'd each line . Learn hence from ancient rules a just esteem ; To copy Nature is to copy them . Some beauties yet no precepts can declare , For ...
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... bold and regular . 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 ...
... bold and regular . 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 ...
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... bold figure just begins to live , The treach'rous colours the fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! Unhappy wit , like most mistaken things , Atones not for that envy which it brings : In youth alone its empty ...
... bold figure just begins to live , The treach'rous colours the fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! Unhappy wit , like most mistaken things , Atones not for that envy which it brings : In youth alone its empty ...
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... bold , In sounds and jingling syllables grown old , Still run on poets in a raging vein , Ev'n to the dregs and squeezings of the brain , Strain out the last dull droppings of their sense , And rhyme with all the rage of impotence ! 605 ...
... bold , In sounds and jingling syllables grown old , Still run on poets in a raging vein , Ev'n to the dregs and squeezings of the brain , Strain out the last dull droppings of their sense , And rhyme with all the rage of impotence ! 605 ...
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... bold , and humanely severe ; Who to a friend his faults can freely show , And gladly praise the merit of a foe ; Blest with a taste exact , yet unconfin'd , A knowledge both of books and humankind ; Gen'rous converse ; a soul exempt ...
... bold , and humanely severe ; Who to a friend his faults can freely show , And gladly praise the merit of a foe ; Blest with a taste exact , yet unconfin'd , A knowledge both of books and humankind ; Gen'rous converse ; a soul exempt ...
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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.