An Essay on the Genius and Writings of Pope ...W.J. and J. Richardson, 1806 |
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... death , but it is with- out knowing it : most of them are even more attentive than we are to self - preservation ; and they do not make so bad a use of their passions . B. i . c . 1 . 37. Who taught the nations of the field and wood ...
... death , but it is with- out knowing it : most of them are even more attentive than we are to self - preservation ; and they do not make so bad a use of their passions . B. i . c . 1 . 37. Who taught the nations of the field and wood ...
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... death its own avenger breeds . * 41. Thus then to man the voice of nature spake , " Go , from the creatures thy instructions take ; " Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield ; " Learn from the beasts the physic of the field ...
... death its own avenger breeds . * 41. Thus then to man the voice of nature spake , " Go , from the creatures thy instructions take ; " Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield ; " Learn from the beasts the physic of the field ...
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... we alter those organs ? are they in our own power ? " 47. When nature sicken'd , and each gale was death . * This * Ver . 108 . This is a verse of a marvellous comprehension and expressiveness AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 109.
... we alter those organs ? are they in our own power ? " 47. When nature sicken'd , and each gale was death . * This * Ver . 108 . This is a verse of a marvellous comprehension and expressiveness AND WRITINGS OF POPE . 109.
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... death : Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground ? His fall was destin'd to a barren strand , A petty fortress , and a dubious hand ; He left a name , at which the world grew pale , To point ...
... death : Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground ? His fall was destin'd to a barren strand , A petty fortress , and a dubious hand ; He left a name , at which the world grew pale , To point ...
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... death make ; for they appear to be the same men till the last instant . Augustus Cæsar died in a com- pliment ; Livia , conjugii nostri memor , vive et vale . Tiberius in dissimulation ; as Tacitus saith of him : Jam Tiberium vires et ...
... death make ; for they appear to be the same men till the last instant . Augustus Cæsar died in a com- pliment ; Livia , conjugii nostri memor , vive et vale . Tiberius in dissimulation ; as Tacitus saith of him : Jam Tiberium vires et ...
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Страница 236 - 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, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise ; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Страница 77 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurl'd: The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Страница 111 - Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly ; That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'J In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good.
Страница 64 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Страница 249 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks, Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Страница 180 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Страница 59 - 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 205 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
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Страница 94 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flowery lawn: 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.